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international-kpopfan · 2 years

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It's always been you - Ko Shinwon (F)

Summary | Your friendship with Shinwon is something that you would never change for a thing in the world, but what if feelings are getting involved?.

Genre | fluff, high school, non-idol boyfriend.

Warnings | none.

Pairing | femxreader x Ko Shinwon

WC | around 2.4k

Note | Requested by anon.

Note | I will be on holiday from the 12th of January till the 1st of February. I won't post anything during these days, but I will of course try to write as much as possible for you guys in my notebook. Please be patient if you have any requests.

Note | thinking about a part two?. Let me know if you want a part two (this will probably contain smut)

Original request | hi! could i request something with shinwon of pentagon? something fluffy, like a slowburn friends-lovers? if theres smut at the end its ok too but i'm not picky :o

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Shinwon will do anything for you, whether it's 3 AM or 4 PM when you need him, he's there. You met him when your parents decided to move to South Korea and enroll you in a Korean high school. There was only one problem, you didn't speak a word of Korean. The first days were hell, nobody spoke to you, partly because the language was a problem, but also because you looked different from others. You didn't belong to the Korean stereotype. For a few days, you were mostly on your own, trying to understand every word that the teachers said and find yourself a place in Korean society. A new house, a new city, new culture. Everything was different from home.

The moment Shinwon walked into class after a few days off due to a death in his family, his eyes were on you. The young lady at the back of the class, sitting quietly leafing through her book with an annoyed expression on her face. His best friend slapped him on the shoulder and gave him an update on who the new student was.

Shinwon had his full attention on you. You on the other hand were too focused to understand a single symbol written on the board. Your eyebrows furrowed, eyes fixed on the board and your tongue sticking out beyond your lips. Shinwon had to and would talk to you no matter what.

Most students thought it was weird. One of the hottest guys in school who took an interest in just one of the least popular ladies, as if they'd landed in fanfiction on Wattpad. Shinwon was careful on his first attempt to talk to you. His English was not at all what it should have been, if only he had paid more attention in class instead of making paper airplanes and then tossing them at his best friend. It could have helped him so much right now.

Sitting on one of the picnic benches outside in the square you scribbled something in your notebook, sometimes they were drawings, and sometimes you wrote a simple story about a bird that just flew over. Suddenly the book was snatched from your hands, your hands actively trying to get the book back from whoever had the guts to pull it out of your hands, but as soon as you saw his face you lowered your hands.

Shinwon flipped through the booklet, the occasional nod, and an approving hum as if it were a project for an exam. In his best English, he commented that he liked it. A smile appeared on your face, the first in a few days and you slowly took the book back from his hands.

''I'm Shinwon, nice to meet you''.

''I'm Y/N, nice to meet you too''.

"Where the hell are you with your thoughts?". Shinwon throws his bag down on one of the tables in the room and then takes a seat in the chair in front of you. His English has improved and, to your surprise, your Korean has gone faster than you expected. Those three evenings a week have paid off.

"Zac Efron," you mutter and Shinwon rolls his eyes. "Sure, like you're ever going to meet that guy." Meanwhile, several students enter the room. Over the past few years, as your Korean got better, more and more social contacts came. Likewise at school. Not everyone was talking to you, but no one was ignoring you either. Shinwon turns leans over the back of the chair and prepares to speak as the teacher slams the door shut. A wink is all you need to know that he has plans.

The friendship between you and Shinwon has grown in recent years, from not being able to communicate with each other to learn each other's language by studying to completely trusting each other about two years later.

A lot has happened in those two years. Shinwon is still the popular dude, you the less popular lady. You often got the idea that when you hang out with Shinwon, you are automatically popular, and often it is. Shinwon on the other hand is the most chill guy you can have in your group of friends. He doesn't care if he's seen as popular, because popularity doesn't define you as a person.

"Psst..." You are startled by Shinwon tapping your arm. "Lesson is over." Surprised but still deep in thought, you grab your things and put them in your bag.

"Let me guess, Zac Efron?". Woo, one of Shinwon's best friends, yells from the doorway, laughing.

"Shut up," you mutter as you pass him into the hallway. Shinwon follows but stops when Woo grabs him by the arm.

"You better get that Zac dude out of her head."

Shinwon chuckles as he wraps an arm around his best friend. "Don't worry, I can handle Zac."

''How many pizzas did you order?''. With some great surprise, you drop the five pizza boxes on the table. Shinwon gets up from the couch with a grin on his face. "What, I'm hungry." You open the boxes of pizza while Shinwon stands behind you. He leans over your shoulder, one arm close to your lower back as he takes a slice from the box. The way he grabs a simple pizza slice is new. Normally he takes one of the boxes from your hands before you close the door at all.

"Yummy," he mumbles with a mouth full and leans against the table, his eyes on you. A smile appears on your face when you see how much he enjoys food.

''Better for your life that it's nice because I don't like to spend money on your addictions''.

You are both sitting on the couch in the meantime, each with a box on your lap. Shinwon's is almost empty, yours is still half full with delicious pizza slices.

Shinwon casts his gaze on you. The past few years have been nothing but great for him. He got to know you, improved his English, you became best friends and graduated together and then both went on to study different directions. He the entertainment, you in law enforcement.

Many things have changed, but there is one thing that will never change until he has the guts to do something about it himself. He's seen plenty of guys hanging around you over the years, but none came close enough to the ideal son-in-law to come home with.

Despite being the popular guy, his attention has always been on you. From the moment he stepped into the room and set his eyes on you, it was clear to him. The butterflies that happily fluttered around again after a few months of being single, said enough.

Shinwon's behavior has changed, that's for sure. The moment he's alone with you, it's like a completely different Shinwon is there. Shy, observant, careful in his actions, and above all, he withheld from touch. Hugs were shorter. And the usual kiss on your forehead when he said goodbye he completely dropped.

It makes you insecure somehow. Why?. No idea. You're his best friend, yet the actions that seemed so normal in years past now seem abnormal.

You drop onto the bed, legs and arms spread like a starfish while closing your eyes. Lots of thoughts running through your head. You turn on your side, facing the wall of polaroid photos from past years. Parties, graduations, dinners, and much more. Shinwon is in almost every photo, even the one from Valentine's Day. A smile appears on your face when you think back to the last school year. Shinwon arrived at school with a balloon, you thinking he had his attention on another lady but no, the balloon came your way. Several students watched the whole view with their mouths open, while you took the balloon uncertainly with a feeling of nervousness. Shinwon assured everyone that it was purely amicable, that best friends can love each other even though there is no intimate relationship. Hearing those words made your heart clench. It hurt to hear, but you didn't know any better. You were best friends and that was it. You don't remember when the butterflies started fooling around in your stomach, you don't even remember the moment you fell in love with him. Maybe it gradually changed from friendship feelings to actual feelings, without even noticing it. What you do know is that you don't want to lose him, even it means that you need to push those feelings away.

A tear slips from the corner of your eye, leaving a wet spot on your pillow. Why does it hurt so much?.

Shinwon parks his car in the university parking lot, he sends you a quick message that he's there and waits patiently until he hears the door open.

"Hey, thanks for picking me up." Shinwon winks and starts the engine as soon as you are safe and sound in the seat.

His behavior, according to you, is still the same. He does the things he's always done, but a little differently. Still no forehead kiss, he will hug you but it feels very distant and he has been very distant the last few days?.

"I have a date tonight," Shinwon says, keeping his eyes on the road. His voice is flat. There is no emotion in it at all and thinking about him being with another woman tonight brings the same feeling again. A stab in your heart.

"Oh, great!. What are you going to do?". You ask with fake enthusiasm. Shinwon runs a hand through his hair as you stop at the traffic light.

"Eating out, she can choose the restaurant. I'll pick her up at 7 o'clock." The same voice again, flat as can be. You lean your head against the car window and sigh. Your gaze falls on his clothes, a small chuckle escapes your lips.

"I hope you're going to wear something different than this." Shinwon quickly glances at his clothes. What's wrong with jeans, a shirt, and sneakers?. "She'll just have to accept me as I am," he mumbles, a little irritation audible in his voice.

"Okay okay, clear. It's your date." Even though you try to be there for him, be happy for him and support him in everything he does, it changes your mood.

"I hope she's the one you're looking for, if not?. You know where to find me'', you blurted out as you get out of the car, with a light blush on your cheeks. You never expected that you would dare to say this. A smile appears on Shinwon's face, the first in the entire car ride. A smile you've never seen from him before.

"You'll hear from me," he calls after you and he quickly drives off, on his way to his date.

Shinwon knew the moment he saw his date walk through the door that he had made a big mistake. This was not what he wanted. His date was a beautiful woman, nothing could be further from the truth. But not the woman he expected. Woo, his best friend, thought it was about time Shinwon started dating. With the reason to get you out of his mind as long as he was too scared to do anything. One of Woo's colleagues thought Shinwon was a handsome man, and Woo didn't have to think twice about pairing the two together. Shinwon didn't know anything, not what she looked like, what she was like, and who she was.

It didn't sit well with him. It's not easy for him either. Having feelings for your best friend is often the worst thing that can happen to a friendship. At least that's what he read on the internet after he researched on google. He wants so badly to be more than that, but he knows full well that it is one-sided. You see him as your best friend, and nothing more. He should have known. A blind date would help him to change his mind, but this doesn't help either.

"Sorry, I have to go," he mumbles and puts some money down for the bill, grabs his coat, and storms out of the restaurant. He can't take it anymore.

Several loud bangs startle you from the series that has been watching for the past few hours, to avoid being busy with Shinwon as much as possible. You rush towards the hall where you take the door off the lock and open it. The very man you tried to fight out of your mind is breathless with one hand leaning against the door frame. "What the hell happened?".

Without saying a word he walks into your apartment, you close the door behind you and follow him. He stands with both hands on his sides in the middle of the living room, shaking his head and turning around.

"Sorry, I have to do this."

He walks up to you, takes your face in both hands, and presses his lips to yours. Eyes as big as the china saucers in your grandmother's closet, hands clenched in fists and your body that can't move in any way, that's how you react to the man who, after all these years, finally kisses you.

Shinwon lets go, a little unsure of how you're going to react, but the frozen attitude your body had taken doesn't give him a straight answer.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles and prepares to disappear from your apartment as quickly as possible.

''For what?. For the fact that it took you years?. Or for the fact that you seriously think I'll agree to just one kiss?".

You are amazed that you can speak at all, your body is slowly thawing from shock, your heart is pumping like crazy and a small blush forms on your cheeks. And you wonder where the confidence comes from. Maybe you are just sick and tired of not being honest about your feelings.

Shinwon chuckles uncertainly, not knowing what to do in this situation.

"So this means that..."

You don't let him finish, you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his lips.

"It means we were both wimps." Shinwon smiles and without any warning, he grabs your body and lifts you up. Automatically you close your legs around his waist, his hands move from your lower back to your butt.

"Then these wimps should make sure that doesn't happen again," he jokes as he presses a kiss to your lips and makes his way to your bedroom.

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boldlyvoid · 3 years

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Amoreena | Chapter Five

Chapter Five

main summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Chapter Summary: (fluff only) weekly Saturday reading only they are joined by an extra 15 lost boys, not just Spencer

Warnings (adding as they happen): fluff, hurt/comfort, depressed spencer, reader has a daughter, falling in love, strangers to lovers, library smut, oral (female receiving) lots and lots of fluff

word count: 3K

from the beginning <3

He woke up Saturday morning to the sound of a bunch of voices coming from beyond the walls of his room. Only it wasn’t his room, it was the room he slept in when he stayed with Y/N and Amoreena, he hasn’t left since he arrived on Thursday and he had no plan to either.

They still hadn’t told her about their relationship, not wanting her to come crawling into bed with her mom in the morning to find Spencer there too. She wasn’t ready to explain to Amoreena what it meant for Spencer to be in her bed, how they were in love and that she might need to learn how to knock before entering.

So he slept in the spare room, completely contently because he knew she was only on the other side of the wall, instead of 30 minutes away like she would be when he slept at his own apartment.

It had been a week since he saw them reading in the park, and now they were his family. It was incredibly fast, anyone who heard the news would say so. But that’s how his life worked, he blew through everything incredibly fast, it only made sense for him to skip every step in the book and become a stepdad overnight.

He woke up then, missing Y/N and Amoreena as he thought about the last week. Finally getting dressed and peaking outside, through the crack in the blinds, to see what was going on on the farm.

There were a bunch of men in the field with the cows dropping new cattle off in a big truck as a bunch of children ran around the yard. Y/N wasn’t kidding when she said her 7 siblings had produced 15 cousins for Amoreena to play with. Children all between the ages of toddler and 7-years-old, screaming while they ran after Rufus and the cats, it was a pure dopamine rush to witness.

He found Y/N in the living room, a book in one hand and a coffee in the other, “good morning cutie, all the ruckus on the farm wake you up?” She did her best fake southern accent as she smiled at him. Beautiful as ever in the early morning sunshine.

He nodded with a yawn, sitting beside her and snuggling into her shoulder. She placed her mug in his hands so she could wrap an arm around him and pull him in closer, letting him take a sip of coffee and become a real person again.

He noticed she was reading a book he had never seen before, reading the pages and not know the words. It was a first for him.

“What’s that one about?”

Y/N closed it to let him look at the cover. It was a hand-bound book, wrapped in green fabric that was at least 30 years old and in well-loved condition. The gold lettering reading Amoreena, along with a pressed gold rose and the author's name. He had never heard of it before.

“My grandma was an aspiring writer and the reason I love books so much, her name was Peggy and she had a dream once about a wonderful little girl named Amoreena and the magical life she created for herself. She wrote it all down and my grandpa had it typed and bound for her, she was so proud of this book,” Y/N gushed, smiling as she held it to her chest softly, thinking of all the memories Spencer didn’t know yet.

“Really?” Spencer couldn’t help but smile at her.

She nodded softly, “she loved Elton John, so much so that when my sister Ashley came out she threw her a party. Almost all those kids out there are Ashley's, by the way, she went down the adoption and foster root after I did IVF.”

She pointed out the front window at all the people gathered on her land, “Ben and Dylan dropped their kids off too while they help dad and Evan with the farm. Those are my brothers in case you didn’t know their names yet, there’s also Carver and Francis but they don’t live as close.”

Her little life was just so perfect, “did they want to come with us to read this afternoon? We need some lost boys.”

“They’d love that, are you sure you can handle 16 kids between the two of us?” she smiled, pure love spreading through her body as she held him.

“They’re not so different from psychopaths right?” He teased, watching her settle against him even more as they enjoyed their Saturday together.

“What else can you tell me about your grandma?” He snuggled into her more as he asked, wanting to know as much about her happiness as possible.

“She was always listening to music, she loved Elton's song Amoreena the most. It was the song she played for the majority of my childhood. It only made sense for me to name my little miracle Amoreena too, cause I wouldn’t have her unless nanny suggested I have a baby.”

“I would have loved to meet her.”

Y/N’s smile changed then, “she would have loved you and your big mind.”

“My mom wants to meet you and Amoreena,” he announces softly, he hasn’t really told her anything about his family yet.

“What’s she like?”

“She has schizophrenia and Alzheimer’s and she lives in a care home in DC right now, I try and see her when I can but she has her own schedule so I have to fit around when she’s having a good day,” it was hard to explain it to most people, but not to her. He didn’t feel any shame or fear in introducing them. Y/N was the most loving human, and Amoreena was just the same.

“When is she free next?” A simple question that made him feel incredibly giddy.

“Tuesday from 3-5,” he snuggled in closer to her as she wraps her arm around him.

“We’ll pick Amoreena up from school after work and take her over,” Y/N agreed, their lives intertwining like they were always meant to.

Like she was the ivy on his old cottage, she took him in and made him her own, wrapping herself all around him and never letting him go again.

He basically finishes her coffee while she holds him on the couch. The sound of the kids outside making them laugh every once in a while, dogs barking and cows mooing, the farm was alive and roaring while they enjoyed each other's company.

“Did you bring your costume for the reading today?”

He sat right up then, looking at her like she lost her mind, “of course I did, I wouldn’t have Penelope spend a week tracking down a Captain Hook costume just to forget it.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped, “you didn’t?!”

He simply nodded with a cheeky grin, “come on Tinker Bell, everyone knows she had a thing for Hook.”

“Who didn’t? He was the first and last bad boy I was interested in, I typically go more for Milo’s and Ariel’s; full of adventure and always learning something new,” Y/N teased him.

“Mhm, I always had a thing for Aladdin and Belle in search of far off lands and happy endings,” he mused, making her smile just as much as he was, “but for real it was between Hook and Wendy for my costume,” he made her laugh again, wanting to hear it for the rest of time.

“You still can, I have a blue nightgown you can borrow,” it was so easy for them to flirt, it fit into their conversation so simply it felt like they had been together forever.

He couldn’t help leaning in to kiss her, resting her back against the couch softly as she held onto him. He loved kissing her, she tasted like coffee and happiness every single time. She made the cutest sounds when they would make out like she was surprised by it or she wasn’t used to it at all.

She made him feel like he was young again like he was 21 and in love for the first time. All his trauma disappeared and that Spencer who used to stare back at him in the mirror was gone now. That guy packed his bags and left the farm to never be seen again.

Good fucking riddance is all he had to say.

He was happy, he enjoyed being happy and he was going to stay happy. It was the only goal he had going forward, and as long as he was in her embrace, surround by the laugher of her child and family, he knew it would be possible.

Amoreena came running inside then, finding the two of them making out on the couch before they could part from each other.

“Ewww!” She cried, jumping on top of the two of them and knocking the wind out of Spencer.

“Get off,” Y/N tried to speak as she was crushed by the two of them. “Mom down!”

Spencer picks Amoreena up then, taking her away from the couch and spinning her around like she’s an airplane. She cheers and cheers and doesn’t want him to put her down because it’s so fun. The next thing he knows he’s being dragged outside to twirl all the kids around like they’re Peter Pan, flying through the air on their way to Neverland.

He’s surrounded by giggles and tickles fights, he’s tackled down against the dirt as a herd of tiny children dog pilled him. Laughing until he cried, feeling more joy than humanly possible and then Y/N’s telling them all to get ready to he’d to the park.

Coming down the stairs in a pirate costume to a bunch of screaming kids was an experience and a half. Spencer couldn’t believe how happy it made them all to imagine Captain Hook had broken into the house and Amoreena, or Peter Pan as she corrected him, chased him outside with all the lost boys.

He took a moment to learn all their names, all 15 of them, however, unlike the cats, they had relatively normal people names.

Kate, Cade, Jet, Lauren, Cassie, Sara, Evan, Benny, Olivia, Jessie, Owen, Maddie, Gwen, August, and Parker, were the cutest little family of cousins. some looked like Amoreena, some looked like their own mothers, a handful of them were adopted out of the country, they were the most perfect cast of lost boys.

He's never had any cousins, no pets, no siblings. His life never felt lonely until he realized what he missed out on.

“Dad,” Amoreena whispered as she tugged on his shirt lightly, “look!”

She pointed towards the house where Y/N was standing. When she said she was going as Tinker Bell he really didn’t think she meant looking exactly like Julia Roberts at the end of Hook.

She looked magical in her beautiful white dress, curly hair with the most perfectly placed flowers and flawless wings wrapped around her shoulders. She was a vision standing on the porch, waiting for him to pick his jaw up off the floor and compliment her.

“Tink,” the words are more like air, soft and barely there.

“Is Captain Hook being nice? Or should we take him to the pond and let the Alligators deal with him?” Y/N teased, marching down the stairs and poking Spencer's chest.

“Ouch,” he teased her, holding his hand over his heart to make her feel bad.

But she didn’t, “some Pirate you are,” she teased, sticking her tongue out at him before taking Amoreena’s hand and running off down the trail towards the main house, everyone following her lead.

Nanny packed enough snacks for all 16 kids, and a little extra just in case. Spencer slipped the lunch box over his shoulder and they made their way towards the adventure. Y/N pulling a wagon just in case the littlest ones didn’t want to walk anymore. It was spectacular.

Y/N stopped then, pretending to stand like an army man turning around abruptly to look at the troop. “Lost boys, are we ready?”

“Yes, Tinker Bell!” They cheered back.

“On my lead, 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4,” she marched, bringing her knees up high as they all followed her down the path. “We’re following the leader, the leader, the leader,” she began to sing.

Spencer was in awe, his heart felt like it was going to explode as he watched everyone follow her. Singing along as they marched their tiny little butts down to the park.

“We’re following the leader wherever she may go!” Amoreena yelled the lyrics back, leading the pack as Peter Pan should.

“Tee dum, tee dee, a teedle ee do tee day Tee dum, tee dee, it's part of the game we play Tee dum, tee dee, the words are easy to say Just a teedle ee dum, a teedle ee do tee day

Tee dum, tee dee, a teedle ee do tee dum We're one for all, and all of us out for fun We march in line and follow the other one With a teedle ee do, a teedle ee do tee dum”

It was like magic, they all knew the words and they sang the whole way down the path. Every verse and then repeating it. Not a single kid strayed from the path, no one complained about sore feet or hot backs, they loved their Aunty Y/N and so did Spencer.

“We’re off on an adventure, adventure, adventure,” Y/N changed the words, making him smile as she brought happiness into the world. “We’re off on an adventure to read out in the sun! Tee dum, tee dee, a teedle ee do tee day…”

Every single time he thought she had given him the best day of his life, she manages to outdo herself.

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They barely listened to the story, it was a disaster of epic proportions but they tried. 15 kids is a lot to handle as an ex FBI agent and a librarian, they had lunch and instead ran around the field playing lost boys instead. It was still an amazing afternoon.

He was going to be covered in bruises the next morning. He had been kicked, poked, trampled, jumped on, the whole 9 yards. They were the most energetic bunch in the whole world, and then they came home to ice cream.

“Y/N,” Spencer finally pulled her aside when all the kids were preoccupied with their cold snack after a hot day.

“Yes, cutie?” It was a nickname that was sticking, much like pretty boy, and he didn’t mind it at all.

“We’re going to need more than 2 songs tonight to get her to go to bed,” he teased, stepping into that step-dad role with ease.

She couldn’t stop smiling at him, wrapping him up in her arms gently so he didn’t crush her fairy wings. “We’ll take her swimming, that’ll tire her out instead. Are you lookin’ for some alone time?”

“I love her dearly, but I can’t kiss you as much when she’s around,” he whispered before pecking her quickly and hearing the group of lost boys pretend to be sick.

“Just because he’s my dad doesn’t mean you have to be gross like your mom and dad, mom,” Amoreena’s smart mouth making them both shake their heads and laugh.

“What would you do if I did this?” Y/N teased before dipping Spencer back like a princess and kissing him, he stuck his foot out in shock as she held him there.

“Ewww!!” All the kids yelled as she returned him to his feet.

“Or this?” Y/N pulled him into another kiss, her leg popping like Princess Mia’s in the princess diaries.

Amoreena and her cousins were all screaming then, laughing at how gross their aunt and her new boyfriend were being. Used to it clearly, their grandparents were just as in love and watching from the porch as they held each other on the swing.

“I love you,” Spencer announced, loud enough for all to hear without a care in the world.

“You better,” she smiled. “I love you too, cutie,” she added before kissing him one last time.

His life felt perfectly complete.

Y/N’s brothers were incredibly kind just like her. He learned that Ashley was the oldest with 5 kids and her wife Susie, then Ben who was 46 and his wife Shannon, they had 3 kids. Dylan and Laurie had 4 and Even, her twin brother had 3.

Turns out her mom had 2 sets of twins back to back, 7 children and only 5 pregnancies. It felt crazy for him to think about having that many people in his life for his whole life, he wouldn’t have known what to do with anyone more than just his mother growing up.

Spencer helped Bob with the barbecue, they made burgers and hotdogs for all 16 of the children while they continued to run through the fields. They had enough energy to last them 5 straight days of chaos. It was amazing.

Y/N and Spencer managed to wander off while all the kids ate, sitting under a tree with their dinner so they could finally have some time alone together.

She was beautiful, sitting in the afternoon amber glow as she tried to keep her hair from blowing in her face. Tucking the strands behind her ears so she could eat her dinner in peace before spencer handed her the hair tie on his wrist. Then she got ketchup on her cheek, seemingly on purpose as she smiled at him and laughing as Spencer wiped it off with his thumb. He was so in love he felt stupid, smiling at her like he’s never seen another person before, absolutely enamoured.

“Derek and his wife wanted to come over tomorrow and have his son meet Amoreena if that’s okay?”

Her face lit up, “his son is the one named after you right? Not your godson?”

He nodded with yet another smile, his lips were going to fall off at this point. “Yeah, he’s the sweetest little guy, Hank’s never been to a farm before.”

“You tell them our gates are always own to new minds and pure hearts,” she smiled. “That’s what nanny used to say.”

He leans in and kisses her then, resting his forehead against hers as she held his cheek in her free hand, smiling ever so softly as she stared into his eyes, they didn’t need words, he knew she loved him too. A week of pure bliss had passed within the blink of an eye, and they still had forever to go.

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ruruness · 3 years

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idk what this is but

genre: smut, slight fluff in the end

pairings: felix × reader

warnings: size kink, swearing, degradation, choking kink, airplane sex (🤡)

authors note: not good in writing i srsly dont know what i wrote here but hope y'all like it. and if there are typos or misspellings i am so sorry for that

you and your whole group of friends decided to go on a vacation, take your mind off things since one of your bestfriends just got into a breakup with their girlfriend.

at y/n's home

you sighed but chuckled afterwards knowing that you would be going to the bahamas just to relax for a day, packing up all your clothes, skin care and everything else in your bags. you went to the bathroom to look at yourself, wearing a tube top with some short ripped shorts just for the summer whether. admiring yourself in the mirror you decided to take pics of yourself flexing your outfit on instagram. but that wasn't really the reason why you posted it on Instagram. you and your friends decided to suprise each other with your outfits by posting it on Instagram and flexing it to yourselves, but the real reason why you posted so early? you wanted to get your boy bestfriend's attention, alex. you've known alex since you were a kid, you both would spend time together, watch the movies, play games, and even when you both were young you took a bath together. y/n and alex were neighbors too.

enough of looking at yourself in the mirror you decides to bring your bags and head out of your apartment and inside the taxi you called which will bring you to the airport. once you arrived getting all your stuff you went in, taking all the check outs (not sure what its called, i can't remember) before heading to terminal three where you saw your group of friends. "guys y/n is here!!!" shouted one friend and immediately she comes running up to you, pulling you into a tight hug. "i missed you too" you chuckled pulling away from the hug and walked to your friends where you all catched up, talking about each others outfits. but despite that you were focused on alex's outfit. a not fully buttoned polo, jeans, his hair fixed to the side.. he looked dreamy for you. he noticed your gaze holding back a laugh "y/n you're drooling" he said and everyone else started to tease you both "I'm not drooling!" you replied giving him a death glare "don't think too high about yourself loverboy, you aren't as handsome as you think" you added and he just rolled his eyes at what you said.

PA: passengers for flight GA 762 to Bahamas, please go to gate 26.

"oh that's us! let's go" you said and you all took your bags and started to walk to gate 26, ofcourse you all were still chatting and talking about what it'd be like in the trip. once you all arrived you gave your tickets to the lady before proceeding to board the plane. while you were waiting in line you noticed a group of boys ("boys" as in stray kids).

your mouth dropped when you say felix and his whole group of friends saw you too. they waved at you waved back but with felix you marched towards him and pointed a finger at him. "why the fuck are you here?" you asked glaring at him "excuse me" he says walking closer to you but his charms never works on you and you stood your ground. "we're going on a trip, now don't say I'm stalking you because please I never planned for us to meet" he told you and you just sighed and left him there with his ego, you went back to your bags and continued to wait.

there's quite history between y/n and felix. not ex's but y/n in their photographer and everyone knew that you and felix will always butt heads when it comes to pictures. him wanting to do it again but you saying no because it looks perfect, your fight with him would go for hours. hell, you even thought he liked you because of that. why? because everytime alex would come and fetch you he would stare at you both, clenching his jaw, digging his fingers onto his palm.

at this point you knew what to do while he was looking. you decided to talk to alex, get all touchy with him, dragging your finger down his exposed chest letting out soft giggles. felix hated that. he wished it was him. they way alex looked at your especially with your outfit made him even more jealous of the situation making you victorious.. for now.

"y/n and alex stop flirting!" they said and you laughed "i don't flirt with him." you responded holding your bags again as you got on the plane and headed to your seats. you and your friends were separated seats and some weren't, but you all were near. you got a window seat and once you arrived you saw felix on the first seat. great. he was your seatmate. you rolled your eyes letting out a sigh as you placed your bags on top, your tube top was exposing your tummy which felix was lowkey looking at, looking at all your curves making him bite his cheek from inside. once you were done you walked over him "excuse me" you said trying to work your way through since it was tight because of the reclined chairs. he stared at your ass wanting to spank it and when you looked back you saw him looking so you decided to tease him and lower your ass more. hearing him sigh you moved your butt in small circles letting out a chuckle before sitting down.

"i knew it. you like me dont you?" you asked looking at him with a smirk "what?! no. don't get ahead of yourself y/n" he replies and you chuckled "the way you looked at my ass says otherwise" you mumbled as you get cozy in your seat. seeing the seatbelt button lit up you wore the seatbelt and braised for impact as the plane started to move. you held onto the seats as the plane ascended, heavily breathing and felix just laughed at you so you kicked him with your foot. "it's okay baby, i got you" he whispers to your ear making a shiver run down your spine because he knew when he called you baby he has that impact with you, he knew calling you baby made you weak. you brushed the feeling off when the plane was steady now and finally letting out a sigh of relief when it was over.

hours later you fell asleep and felix just watched you sleep, your cute face made him soft and he just smiled but when he saw alex coming up he became serious. "hey, i just gotta talk to y/n, something important" alex says and started to shake your body waking you up but felix stopped him "let her sleep, that can wait." he said loudly scaring alex as he his voice got deeper but you woke up "stop felix, im awake. lets talk alex" you said sleepily. you got up and followed alex to the outside of the bathroom in which felix looks at your both. "y/n i know were bestfriends but.." he pauses looking at you and boom, he kisses you on the lips. his hand went to your butt and grabbed it squeezing it tightly. taking you and felix by suprise felix was mad but before he could do anything to stop you pushed alex away. "stop i like you but kissing and touching me without my consent? just to tell me you like me? no, I'm sorry alex. but just no." you said and walked back to your seat, ignoring felix you covered yourself with the blanket of the airline and started to cry. felix was mad standing up to walk to alex he punched his stomach hard and gave him a death glare before he ran to the flight attendant and ask for a first class seat and she said there was 2 available, he used his fame and they gladly gave it to him. he took your bags and gave it to the flight attendant for her to place and he shook your body. "c'mon let's got out of here" he said making you confused with snot still on your nose he took your hand and pulled you off your seat "hey!" you shouted as you both walked to the first class seats. you were amazed by it and can i just say it was full privacy, you both were on the same row so he lead you to yours, explaining it to you before he left you there and went to his.

it was like paradise you felt extremely happy about it, watching a movie asking for champagne and room service but.. something was missing. you had a fancy seat, you watched movies, champagne, everything but you felt that something was missing. you opened your door to knock on felix's door which he gladly opened it to see you. he smiled at you "hey y/n. how are you?" he asks "im fine don't worry, can i join you?" you asked and he fixed his chair for you to sit beside him. now these seats were only for one but since it was a big spot he sat on the floor in front of you and closed the door so no one would hear hour conversation with him.

the two of us decided to talk, keep up on what's happening in which boosted your mood, learning more stuff about him. we even started to lowkey flirt and get touchy over ourselves, his hand giving my thigh a gentle rub of comfort which made me red but nothing that serious.. yet.

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OKAY THAT'S ALL BECAUSE I'M LAZY TO CONTINUE IT. PART 2 HAS THE SMUT SO JUST WAIT I GUESS. i hope y'all liked it and enjoyed reading it. I'll do a part 2 next week or next few days. and for the airplane seat just search in yt cheap first class seat y'all might find what i mean. thanks for reading <3

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Stranded

request: Finally putting a request in lol! I got this idea from this tv I watched. So can I request Peter and his siblings are in a plane which crashes on a deserted island with few other people. Peter gets close with this girl and they both secretly do it! But Peter has a gf back home that he wants to break up with and Lucy finds out and shames both Peter and the girl until Peter explains he doesn’t want his gf back home he also angers the girl. But they later get back together and are still on the island.

warning: smut below the cut

The black soon turned to a blinding white causing me to squint. “She’s up! Peter, she’s up!” As my eyes adjusted to the sunlight, I slowly got up only to feel a hand rest on my back to steady me.

“Be careful,” a voice said. The voice sounded like what a warm cup of hot chocolate felt like. It was smooth, warming my body from the harsh wind. I looked around to see a blond boy at my side, his face etched with concern. A young girl was at my other side, her hair pulled back in a ponytail and her wide eyes studying me. The boy spoke again, my mind comprehending his British accent this time. “Do you know your name?”

“(Y/n),” I said, only half interested in the conversation. My eyes wandered past the two people by my side to see pieces of metal scattered around the beach.

“I’m Peter,” he said slowly as if talking to a child. “The airplane we were on had crashed onto an island. Are you hurt? Can you walk?”

“I think so.” I slowly got to my feet, Peter helping to keep me steady. “Where is everyone else?” The two stayed silent for a moment. The girl looked to the ground as if avoiding eye contact with me.

“Not many people made it,” Peter said as we approached a small group of people. There were two more people around my age, a boy and a girl. Also in the group seemed to be a family consisting of a mom, dad, and little girl. An elderly couple stood next to them. The girl locked eyes with Peter before turning her gaze to me, a small smile forming on her lips.

“I was worried you were going to sleep forever,” the girl said as she met us halfway. “I’m Susan, Peter’s sister.”

“And I’m Edmund, their brother,” the boy who had been with the crowd said. I slightly jumped, having not noticed the boy making his way towards us.

“And I’m Lucy,” the girl who had been with me when I had awoken said. “I’m the youngest.”

“Is that all that survived?” I asked, my voice low as I gestured to the small group of people who had started to make conversation with each other.

“I’m afraid so,” Susan frowned. “Here, let me introduce you to them.”

The next few days, I helped set up a camp. Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy had found themselves in leadership over the rest of us. It was a peculiar thing to watch. Even the adults found themselves following what they said, nobody daring to question their authority. An aura seemed to surround them as if they had been Kings and Queens of a prosperous nation once in their lifetimes.

“(Y/n), could you help me?” Peter called out. I turned to see he was carrying stacks of wood. I rushed over to him, quickly taking a few logs from his arms. “Thanks.”

“You do realize you can make more than one trip, right?” He chuckled.

“But then I wouldn’t be able to show off my strength.”

“You mean the same strength that required my help?”

“Ouch,” he replied, causing both of us to laugh. I set the wood down next to Susan who had already started to make a fire. As Peter and I stood next to each other, our fingers brushed. I couldn’t help but feel my face warm at the contact causing me to turn away to hide it. Surely someone as handsome as Peter had a girl back home waiting for him.

“Thanks,” Susan said as she grabbed some of the wood to feed the fire that had started to grow. “Edmund and Alex should be back from their hunt soon. And then we can eat.”

The dinner that night was wonderful. Edmund and Alex had gotten lucky hunting and we ended up having a surplus amount of food for the night. As people started to trickle into their small shelters we had made, sleep starting to pull at their eyelids after the large feast we had enjoyed, I stayed behind. I fell onto my back in the soft sand, looking up at the glimmering stars above.

“The night sky is quite beautiful, isn’t it,” a voice said. I started, raising my head to see who had spoken. My body relaxed as my eyes fell upon Peter. “May I join?” I nodded and he sat next to me. We sat in comfortable silence, Peter looking out at the sea. I tried to join him in watching the sea but my eyes couldn’t help wandering to the boy sitting next to me on the beach.

“Do you think we’ll be found?” he asked, turning to look at me. I would have been embarrassed for being caught watching him if the look in his eyes hadn’t surprised me. Written into his blue irises was pure, unadulterated fear.

“I don’t know,” I answered honestly.

“I promised mother that I would keep them safe,” Peter said softly, looking down at the sand between us. “What if I fail?”

“You won’t,” I said, the sureness in my voice surprising even me. “You have done an amazing job taking care of everyone here. Don’t be too hard on yourself.”

“Thank you.” I inhaled sharply as Peter took my hands in his. “That means everything to me.” He pulled my hands towards his mouth before gently pressing his lips to my knuckles. He looked up at me momentarily, the light of the moon illuminating half of his face and leaving the other half in the shadows. He slowly let go of my hands before starting to get up. “Good night (y/n). I shall see you tomorrow.” I watched in awe as he turned around and made his way back to his makeshift tent.

I fell backward into the sand, my eyes studying the millions of stars above me. Not only did he look like a prince, but he acted like one too. And as I fell asleep, with the sound of the ocean’s waves crashing into the shore, I imagined Peter and I dancing together. Me a princess and him a prince.

The next day, I couldn’t help but notice Peter continually watching me. As I played with Lucy and the little girl Mary, I could feel his eyes on my back. As I helped Susan cook breakfast, my face burned as Peter stood just out of view, talking to his brother but watching me. It wasn’t until noon when he finally addressed me. “(Y/n), would you follow me? I would like to show you something.”

“Of course,” I replied, hoping the excitement in my voice wasn’t too noticeable. He smiled before grabbing my hand and leading me into the thick woods. We were almost running as he dragged me through foliage and under trees until we reached a clearing. He looked back at me, the smile on his face still there, before pulling me forward. I gasped at the sight before me. The roar of a waterfall could be heard, the water spraying my face. The waterfall emptied into a small lake, the water crystal clear. It was absolutely gorgeous.

“This isn’t even the best part,” Peter said. Before I could ask what he meant, he jumped into the lake causing me to shriek as he splashed me with water.

“Peter!” I exclaimed causing him to laugh.

“Come on in (y/n)!”

“I don’t know if I should trust you.”

“Of course you should trust me.” He swam to the edge of the lake, outstretching his arms. I crept closer to the edge, allowing him to wrap his arms around my waist before pulling me in. I gasped as the cold water wrapped around me. “Don’t worry, we won’t be in here for long.” I gave him a questioning look leading him to start to swim away. I followed until we were at the waterfall. He started to swim around it and I followed. A small cave was revealed to be sitting behind the waterfall. I watched as Peter pulled himself up before turning around to help me.

“All of that just to get into a cave?” I questioned, my wet clothes sticking to my body. The only thing that swim was worth was to see Peter’s full form, his clothes sticking to his body just as mine was, leaving very little to the imagination.

“Kiss me,” Peter said. Although the words were demanding, his voice was soft. I stood frozen for a moment, unsure of how to react. I shook off the shock before stepping closer to him and kissing him. His warm lips felt nice after being surrounded by the cold water. Peter’s hands desperately clung to my body, tracing my curves. I allowed my hands to wander his body as well, feeling his chest before discovering his shoulders and then finally making a home around his neck.

He pulled away before allowing his lips to discover more of me. I let my head roll back as he kissed down my neck. I had dreamt of this for so long and now that it was finally happening I felt as if I were in a daze. “Peter,” I quietly moaned as his lips traveled lower. He had now lowered himself to his knees, his face level with my clothed sex and his arms wrapped around my hips.

“Let me worship you, my Queen,” he said, looking up at me. My heart raced at his words and I frantically nodded.

“Yes,” I gasped, struggling to speak as Peter tore off my pants, my underwear soon following. He pushed my legs apart, his mouth almost immediately finding my clit. My head fell back, bumping into the stone cave wall. His hands gripped either thigh as his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud. “Peter,” I moaned, unable to say anything else. My hands ran through his hair, his eyes watching my every movement. His tongue had started to add more pressure and I could feel the pleasure growing.

I moaned his name over and over as I felt myself come undone, my back arched as Peter’s tongue wrote the spell needed to make me finish. My knees buckled, Peter’s hands now the only thing keeping me up as I let out one last moan. He slowed down his motions before stopping altogether. He pulled away, gently letting go of my legs which felt like jelly after the intense orgasm.

He got up, almost immediately meeting my lips with his. I could taste myself on him causing me to let out a low moan at the reminder of the sinful act that had just been committed. My hands traveled to his pants, frantically unbuttoning them. Peter assisted me and soon, I could feel his hard cock pressed against my thigh.

“Jump,” he commanded. I obeyed, Peter catching me and wrapping my legs around his waist. His lips played with my neck, the cave wall scratching my back as one of his fingers toyed with my sensitive clit. “Ready?” I nodded, not trusting my words. I let out a gasp as he pushed into me. I heard him let out a low groan, his face buried into my neck. His hands were holding me up as he started to move.

We weren’t worried about keeping quiet, both because we were deep in the words and because the roaring waterfall would drown out any noise we made. My body moved up and down with his thrusts, though I knew it would be moving even more if it weren’t for Peter’s hands holding me in place. Each thrust Peter made was strong and consistent, making me a moaning mess. We messily kissed each other, desperate to be connected in every possible way. I experimentally squeezed around him causing him to moan loudly.

“Fuck (y/n),” he gasped.

“Pete, I’m so close,” I moaned, my head leaning against the wall as Peter’s face rested in the crook of my neck, placing butterfly kisses on the exposed skin. My moans jumped an octave as I felt the first wave of pleasure crash over me. My entire body shook and at that moment, I was very grateful for Peter’s arms holding me up.

I didn’t have much time to relish in my orgasm as Peter let me down onto the ground. I immediately knew what to do, as if we had done this before. I took him in my mouth, my hand stroking what my mouth couldn’t reach. His moans had become louder, his hands pushing me to take as much as I could while he chased his orgasm. Soon enough, I felt his cum shoot down my throat. I swallowed the bitter liquid as Peter’s moans softened.

I pulled away, wiping off the saliva that had started to dribble down my chin. I stood up only to be immediately pulled into Peter’s arms, his lips kissing mine gently. I let out a small sigh as I kissed him back.

Peter and I spent the next few weeks sneaking off to the waterfall at night. While the night was surely filled with lustful kisses and sensual touches, it was also filled with cuddles and conversation Peter told me all about his home and I told him of mine. We would sometimes talk about the future, imagining our lives off of the island.

I awoke to the sound of birds chirping. “Fuck,” I said, shooting up. I turned to Peter whose chest I had been laying on. He was still fast asleep. I shook him awake, causing him to grumble about needing only five more minutes. “Pete, we fell asleep,” I said. His eyes shot open as he rushed to get up. I grabbed his hand as we both rushed from the cave and hoped that everyone was still asleep.

Luck seemed to be against us that day as we saw Lucy sitting on the beach, facing the woods. “Shit,” Peter said under his breath.

“Maybe she didn’t notice we were gone,” I whispered.

“You can stop hiding,” Lucy said loudly. I guess not. We both walked out of the woods like two teenagers caught making love in a car. “Are you going to tell me where you two were?”

“We were just…” I trailed off, trying to think of a lie.

“It’s not what it looks like Lu,” Peter said.

“Really? I’ve seen the way you two have been looking at each other. Not to mention this isn’t the first time I’ve noticed your disappearance.” We both looked at the ground in shame. “I can’t believe you could do this to Emily, Peter.” I curiously turned to Peter.

“Emily? Who’s Emily?” I questioned. Peter looked at me, a look of horror on his face.

“She’s nobody.”

“Is that what you call your girlfriend?” Lucy asked, her arms crossed.

“Lucy, I’ve been wanting to call it off with Emily for weeks.”

“Then why haven’t you?”

“Yeah Peter, why haven’t you?” I asked. I could feel tears starting to form in my eyes.

“(Y/n),” Peter started, his voice soft.

“Don’t talk to me,” I said, my voice breaking. “Please. I just,” I paused, feeling my throat start to get tight. “I need time alone.” I turned away from Peter and Lucy, quickly making my way into the woods. How could I have been so stupid? Of course, Peter had a girlfriend. I was just someone he could fuck around with until we got rescued and then he would leave me for Emily. All those conversations we had about the future were just lies he had told so that he could get into my pants. I felt like a fool as I sunk to the ground, the first of many tears falling down my cheek.

For the next week, I avoided Peter like the plague. In fact, I avoided everyone. Susan seemed concerned at my lack of conversation. I wanted to tell her everything that had happened but I already knew she would be upset with me. I emerged from the greenery of the forest to find myself back at the waterfall. I felt my chest get heavy as I thought of all the times Peter and I had spent here. I sat in front of the lake, staring at the water deep in thought.

“(Y/n)?” I didn’t turn around.

“Go away, Peter.”

“I know I don’t deserve it but please allow me a moment to explain myself. If you don’t find it satisfactory, I won’t ever bother you again.” I quickly wiped the tears that had fallen down my face.

“Fine.” I felt him sit down next to me.

“I’m sorry.”

“Is that all?”

“No.” We sat in silence for a moment. I could feel my breath quicken at the closeness of our bodies. “Emily and I had only been dating for a few months. At first, I thought that we were going to be a perfect match. Only, I was wrong. We apparently had nothing in common. Not a single thing. I was planning on ending things with her once I had gotten off the plane. The only reason I hadn’t ended things sooner was that I was in New York and she was in London. I wanted to do it in person.”

“What we had,” I started.

“Is real. What we have is real (y/n). When I’m with you, all my worries disappear. You remind me that life is supposed to be enjoyable. You remind me of a time where I had been a king.” I turned to him curiously. “When I had something I loved with all my heart and would happily die for her safety. And if I could, I would break up with Emily right here, right now. Unfortunately, I don’t think the island has the best service.” I let out a small chuckle despite my desire to keep an angry face. “I’m sorry (y/n),” he said, his tone now serious. He took my hands in his, just as he had that night on the beach. “Please, give me another chance. I promise I won’t hold any more secrets.”

“Okay,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “No more secrets.” He leaned in, our lips meeting for the first time in days. Pure joy flooded my brain, my body thankful for the drug that had been taken from it. He pulled away, his blue eyes looking into mine. “If we’re no longer keeping secrets,” he said, his voice a bit lower than before. “I must tell you something.”

“Of course,” I said, more interested than worried.

“It’s a long tale so you may want to get comfortable. It’s a story of a world dear to my heart. A world called Narnia.”

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slapshot-to-the-heart · 4 years

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Breakable Heaven (pt. IV) - p.l. dubois

part I part II part III

Oh my gosh, I seriously can’t believe this little series has come to an end. I’m so so happy with how it’s turned out, and want to thank anyone who’s stuck with Laurel and Pierre-Luc throughout this month. It’s one of my favorite things I’ve ever done, and it’s yours to enjoy now. Please please let me know what you think of this part, what you think about the series - getting anon comments is amazing, my inbox is always open, and I LOVE reading tags. Reblog if you like what I’m putting out, it helps me know that!

Warning: Smut (It’s light, but it’s there, so no one under 18 please!)

Part IV (7.8k)

September 23 (thurs)

Laurel was running through the Toronto airport, her carry-on bag bouncing on the tile behind her as she frantically searched for her gate. Thank God Air Canada domestic flew from the international terminal; her layover was only an hour and ten minutes and even more time had been shaved off by a departure delay in Montréal. She had forgotten that flights from Toronto cleared U.S. Customs in Canada, and if she hadn’t been able to skip the line and slap her American passport on a kiosk reader she would have almost certainly missed her connection.

No matter how many times Laurel had tried to insist on an economy ticket when she and Pierre were booking flights for her visits, he refused to cave. “They don’t include a checked bag in economy, but they do if you fly business,” he had said, shrugging, with a small smile on his face. “Baggage fees alone would make it pretty much a wash.” Laurel doubted that, and she doubted that she’d need a checked bag for a four-day trip, but her husband had made it clear that he wasn’t budging.

So needless to say, she was more than a little bit out of breath as she finally arrived at Gate F66, which was conveniently almost as far away from her arrival gate as humanly possible while still being in the same terminal. She handed her boarding pass and passport to the gate agent, smiling apologetically as she hurried down the jetbridge. It was barely past noon, but there was nothing in the world Laurel wanted more than to sleep. Maintaining a full-time schedule at the hospital while also trying to organize a trip to Columbus that lasted more than two days meant she had to switch shifts. Normally, that wouldn’t be an issue; that week, however, the only open slot was the 12-hour overnight shift on Wednesday. Which meant that she’d been awake for some twenty hours straight, but almost all of that had been on her feet at work, or walking from the parking lot to the check-in counter in Montréal, or running through the halls of Pearson Airport in Toronto. She took her seat, half-listened to the safety briefing, and passed out as soon as her head hit the headrest.

Much to her chagrin, the flight itself was only just over an hour, and she was really only able to get in a generous nap before their descent into Ohio. Sitting in the second row, she exited the plane in record time, flicking her phone off of airplane mode and waiting for a text from Pierre-Luc. At least she didn’t have to go through TSA again. He wrote back in record time, letting her know he’d be in his car at the curb right outside the terminal. She waited at baggage claim, grabbing her forest green suitcase; the same one she had when she’d moved to Toronto for university, fresh-faced and 18 and so, so unaware of what the world had in store for her. If only she could see herself now. Laurel ran her thumb along the side handle for a moment, pulling at a loose thread, before hefting it onto the floor and turning towards the sliding exit doors.

As promised, Pierre was waiting right outside the door, flashing her a bright smile and throwing the driver’s side door open as soon as he saw her. “Welcome to Columbus, babe!” he exclaimed, wrapping Laurel into a deep hug and kissing her on the cheek.

She laughed as the trunk popped open, each of them grabbing a suitcase. “It’s a little bit funny, don’t you think? That I’ve lived in the Midwest for almost my whole life and the first time I go to Ohio it’s because I’m living in Canada?”

“Maybe just a little bit,” Pierre said, holding his thumb and pointer finger about an inch apart. “I’m really happy you were able to come, though, Laurel. I got used to having you around.” His face was softer now, looking over at Laurel with an expression that wasn’t quite placable but seemed like it was somehow communicating so much in a single glance.

“Me too,” Laurel replied. The ride to Pierre’s Columbus apartment took just over ten minutes, and Laurel was in the door, petting the dogs, before the clock struck 3:00.

Pierre approached her from behind, his hands on her shoulders as he leaned around to kiss her on the cheek. “You want to take a nap?” he asked. “We’ve got that thing with the team at 7, and I know you’re probably running on fumes right now.”

Laurel nodded, giving him a weary smile, dropping her bag on the floor of the master bedroom with an all-too-satisfying thump. “Nap sounds good.”

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The nap was good, so good, and Laurel woke up at half past 6 feeling like she’d just had the best sleep of her life. She yawned, rubbing her eyes, and looked around the room to see Pierre with his back towards her, buttoning up his shirt. He turned around, catching her eye, and grinned. “You like the view?” he asked, gesturing to his half-naked torso.

Laurel rolled her eyes, pulling the sheets up to poorly conceal her embarrassment at being caught. “And if I do?”

She heard a loud laugh, peeking her head out from under. “I’d say my wife has every right to appreciate it.” He walked around the bed while fastening the last few buttons, holding his hand out for Laurel to take. “I let you sleep as long as I could, but we’re going to have to get going in fifteen minutes or so. I was told that ‘we’ve waited this long to meet her, the least you could do is get your damn wife to the party in time,’” he said, adding air quotes for emphasis.

Laurel nodded, tossing back the covers and walking over to her suitcase, intending to rifle through the stacks of clothes to find something for the night’s festivities. Instead, she was greeted by an empty bag. She wheeled around to look at Pierre, who was sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck as he stared at her suitcase. “I unpacked your stuff,” he said, nodding over towards the spare dresser. “It’s in there. I’m sorry if that seems weird and I won’t do it again if you feel like that was pushing your boundaries, but I know for me when I’m on roadies I like to unpack, even if it’s just one night. Makes it feel more like home.”

Laurel was too overcome with how sweet the gesture was, small as it may have been, to realize that that meant he had touched four days worth of bras and underwear. It shouldn’t have bothered him anyways, and if he hadn’t said anything about it, it clearly hadn’t. So instead, she pulled him into a warm hug, standing on her tiptoes to bury her face in the crook of his neck. “Thank you, P. One less thing I have to do.”

“You do still have to actually get dressed, though,” he added, giving her sleepwear an appreciative once-over. “Unless you’re planning on wearing that.”

She let out a giggle. “As much as I love wearing a massive Cloquet High Lumberjacks t-shirt and no pants, somehow I don’t think that’s the move,” she said, ambling over towards the dresser. She found the tops on the first try, pulling out a wine-colored wrap shirt and grabbing the same pair of light-wash jeans she had worn on the plane. Pierre moved to duck out of the room, presumably to give her privacy to change. Laurel made a split-second decision to call after him. “You don’t have to leave.” Pierre stopped in his tracks.

Laurel slipped the shirt on, tying it in the front, and fastened her jeans. Mascara on and booties zippered, and she was good to go. “So what is this thing, anyways?” she asked Pierre as they drove to Foligno’s house.

Pierre tilted his head. “Little bit of this, little bit of that. Half the typical beginning-of-the-year preseason party, half the wedding reception we never had. They were very insistent on bringing gifts, so be prepared.”

“Will do,” she said, laughing. “And by they, you mean…”

“Some of the guys, but mostly the wives and girlfriends. Their parties are the stuff of legends, so you can imagine how excited everyone was when I told them we never had a proper reception.”

“But they don’t know why we didn’t have a proper party,” Laurel reminded him.

“About that…” Pierre started, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

Laurel froze, her thumb hovering over her phone screen, halfway through composing a text to Kristen. “Pierre,” she swallowed, her voice deadly soft, “did you tell someone?”

---

It was the Saturday before, and the team had gone out to celebrate the end of the first week of training camp. Sunday was an off day, so Saturday night found all the over-21s — and anyone who could get a good enough fake — at a bar in the city. Pierre had just crossed the line into tipsy, and as his captain was about to find out, tipsy Pierre was an oversharer. It was common enough for families to be a topic of discussion on nights out or in the locker room; that wasn’t the issue. The issue was that, as the old adage goes, drunk words are sober thoughts. And, if he was being honest, Pierre was still harboring some guilt from having to hide the truth of his and Laurel’s marriage from everyone, Nick included. Pierre hated that he couldn’t tell Nick the truth. He was his captain and his friend, and he felt the least he owed to him was not to lie.

“It’s just so weird being away from Laurel, away from Montréal, for this long,” Pierre sighed.

“Sure,” Nick said sympathetically, “but you said you’d been friends for a few years, so you’ve had feelings for her for a while, no? It’s obviously not ideal, but you’ve been away from her for longer.”

Pierre turned towards Nick, some of his beer — his fourth of the night — spilling out of the cup. “Can I tell you a secret?”

Nick rolled his eyes, thinking he was going to be hearing some dumb high school confession, that he had asked out a senior girl when he was a freshman, or filled his QMJHL captain’s gloves with shaving cream or something. He didn’t expect what he heard next.

“We got married so she could stay in the country, for her permanent residency. I never met her before June.”

Nick sucked in a breath. “You’re not fucking with me, are you?”

“Nope.”

“You realize how much trouble you guys could get into if they figure out, right?” he asked.

Pierre nodded, looking down at his clasped hands nervously. “We both do. But you’re not going to tell anyone, right?”

“No, of course not,” Nick said. “I trust you, and I know you and Laurel were just doing what you thought was the best and most logical thing given the circumstances.” Pierre let out a somber nod. “But,” he continued, “I feel like this whole...situation just leaves open the opportunity for things to get really messy really quickly.”

“Messy how?” Pierre asked.

Nick shifted uncomfortably in his chair, looking at a spot just beyond Pierre’s head. He didn’t want to, not really, but it was his job as Pierre’s captain — more importantly as his friend — to make him consider every angle. “Someone catching feelings, one of you falling for the other, or God forbid, someone else. There’s already so much at stake in a ‘normal’ marriage, but yours just has added complications.” Pierre felt a twinge in his heart. He didn’t want to admit it, he really didn’t want to admit it, but Nick was right. “Do you love her?” Nick asked softly.

Pierre sunk back into his chair. “I don’t know. She means a lot to me, more than I ever thought she would, but I don’t know. Plus, I have no clue how she feels about me, and I wouldn’t want to say something like that only to have her pull away.”

“Did you guys talk about that?” he asked.

“About what?” Pierre responded.

“About what would happen if one of you caught feelings. Because I’m assuming it was supposed to, is supposed to, be a strictly platonic thing.”

Pierre shrugged. “Not really. We didn’t like make a pact or anything, if that’s what you’re asking. We really didn’t talk much about it at all,” he said, finishing his beer. “I mean, obviously we agreed that we wouldn’t be seeing anyone else, dating or hooking up or anything like that. It was just too risky. But no, we never really addressed how we’d deal with it if one of us ended up...falling for each other. I guess it was just supposed to be a ‘we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it’ type of thing.”

“And have you come to it?” Nick asked.

“I don’t know.”

---

Pierre finished the story, hazarding a glance over to Laurel, who was wringing her hands as she looked out the windshield. “I’m not mad at you,” she said finally. “If Nick said he wouldn’t tell, I trust you when you say he won’t. One of us was bound to let it slip eventually.”

He turned his eyes back towards the road, still feeling a pang of regret. She was almost being too good to him. “We’ll be okay,” he said, saying it just as much to himself as he did to her.

Laurel gave him a small smile as they pulled into the Foligno’s house, parking on the stone-paved driveway. “We will be.”

Janelle opened the door practically the second after they knocked, greeting Pierre and Laurel with warm hugs. “Laurel, it’s so wonderful to finally meet you,” she said, squeezing her hand. “We know how hard it is to find the time off and make the trip down, and everyone’s excited to see you.” She led them through the entryway to the living room, where Laurel was passed around to some twenty-odd players and their partners, where she introduced herself over and over again as “Pierre’s wife, yes the nurse from Minnesota who none of you knew existed.”

Dinner was a barbeque outside, Nick, Pierre, and some of the others manning the three grills as Laurel helped set up the drinks table. He held her hand under the table as they ate, his thumb gently rubbing across her thigh every so often in reassurance. “You good?” he murmured in his ear as Laurel sipped a beer, half-listening to some story Korpi was telling about a near-miss incident with a water ski back in Finland during the summer.

Laurel nodded, squeezing his fingers. “I’m good.”

Plates were cleared, dishes were washed, and everyone was herded into Nick and Janelle’s enormous family room, where a small mountain of wrapped boxes and bags sat in the far corner. “I don’t know if you know this,” Janelle said conspiratorially as Laurel sat down, “but NHLers make more than a little money.”

She laughed. “So I’ve been told.”

“Which means that, clueless though they may be, you’re going to be getting some very nice presents.”

And very nice presents they were. A wine club membership, a set of dutch ovens from Seth — “It was my mom’s suggestion” — Jones, an espresso machine from Boone, a set of matching, personalized dog bowls for Phil, Georgia, and Piper. Laurel honestly wasn’t sure how it was all going to fit in the car, let alone how she was going to manage to stay under the baggage limit on her way back to Canada, but the thought and kindness that went into each gift was what really made it special.

“From me and the other girls,” Janelle said, passing Laurel a bag.

“Oh, this is too much,” Laurel said. “You already got the knives and the mixer, I don’t need anything else.”

Cam’s wife, Natalie, shrugged. “Would it help if we made it, didn’t buy it?”

Laurel’s brow furrowed in confusion, her fingers moving to undo the ribbon that tied the handles together, taking out the tissue paper. “Oh!” she gasped quietly as she pulled out a denim jacket, a Blue Jackets logo ironed onto the back, Dubois embroidered where a name bar would be. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“You’re still a part of the family,” Natalie said, smiling. “Even if you’re not here all the time. We want you to feel as included as anyone else.”

Laurel folded up the jacket carefully, tucking it back in the bag as Josh walked up to Pierre, holding out a small box, clearly wrapped by himself. “Well now I just feel silly.”

Pierre shook his head, smiling at his friend. “Don’t, Josh. I’m sure we’ll love it.” He thumbed open the folds on the wrapping paper, setting it aside before pulling off the top of the box. He fell silent.

Laurel peeked over, trying to catch a glimpse of the box’s contents. “What is it, P?”

Instead of answering, Pierre just held the box upside-down. Condoms of all colors and sizes rained down onto the hardwood floor as Pierre stared at Josh, clearly trying very hard not to laugh. The side of his mouth twitched. “Interesting choice of gift, you don’t think?” he asked.

Josh shrugged helplessly, his cheeks red. “It’s practical?”

November 28 (sun)

Laurel caught every Blue Jackets game she could on the TV, even the ones in early November when Pierre was out for a few games with a mild concussion. She was his wife, but she was also a nurse, and made sure to get daily updates on his condition, restraining herself from FaceTiming him to help limit his amount of daily screen time. But he had been back for a few weeks, making second star of the night with a goal and an assist, so naturally he was pulled away for a few postgame interviews.

Laurel watched the screen, trying not to get distracted by the sweat drenching his Underarmour. Reporters, the good ones at least, were usually considerate with steering clear of asking personal questions, but sometimes an injury, or the birth of a child, or, as luck would have it, a wedding, begged an answer. “So, Pierre, I think a lot of us were surprised to see you announce on Instagram that you had gotten married this summer. Congratulations, by the way,” the journalist from the Dispatch said.

“Thanks,” Pierre replied, smiling.

“And I hope I speak for everyone here when saying that we entirely respect you and your wife’s decision to keep things quiet and announce it in a much more subdued fashion than usual. Players often speak a lot about how integral support from family and friends is, and just how important it is to have that kind of a support system in place.” Pierre could see where the question was going. “Obviously you’ve got the boys down here, but it doesn’t look like your wife Laurel is based in Columbus like you are. Is there a reason for that, and do you think that’s affected your game?”

Pierre sucked in a breath; it was a fair question, and a reasonable assumption to make, but that didn’t mean he liked answering it any more. But it was almost suspicious how quickly he had an answer. “Uh, yeah, it’s been interesting for us to have to navigate. You’re right, Laurel’s back in Montréal, she spends most of her time at our place in the city. She’s a nurse in the intensive care unit of CHU Saint-Justine, so she does pediatrics there. She loves what she does, and she’s so good at it, and it just wouldn’t be right of me to ever ask or expect her to leave on my account. I know we’ve got a great hospital at Nationwide Children’s, but she loves where she is. We both do. So yeah, it’s rough being away sometimes, but luckily she’s able to move shifts around and make it down twice a month or so when we’re not on the road. But we keep in contact daily, obviously, and I’m able to lean on the guys, especially the other married ones, on how to deal with the stress of being away for so long. But it’s rough. I miss my wife,” Pierre finished.

Laurel clicked the remote, turning the TV off, her hand scratching behind Piper’s ears, and tried not to replay his words in her mind as she crawled into bed and fell asleep.

December 18 (sat)

Laurel stumbled through the door of Pierre’s Columbus apartment, laughing breathlessly as she tried to lock the deadbolt. “You need some help there, L?” Pierre asked, raising one eyebrow.

“I’m good,” Laurel said, taking two more tries before it would actually lock. The eggnog from the Christmas party was starting to take its toll; Pierre had agreed to be the pair’s designated driver for the night, so she had had maybe a glass too many. The night had genuinely been so much fun, Laurel had initially been worried at how well she might fit in with the group in a more casual situation. As much as she loved being able to hang out with the team and the other WAGs when she was in Ohio — and she did — she couldn’t help but be nervous that she didn’t have the same level of camaraderie that could help turn a night from good to great. Laurel couldn’t have been happier to be wrong. She was embraced from the moment she walked in the door, a glass of wine pushed into her hand and her Secret Santa gift deposited on the entryway table.

Laurel used to always roll her eyes at the idea that “time flies when you’re having fun,” but that couldn’t have been more true for the party. It seemed like only minutes had passed, but suddenly it was almost midnight, and the couples with kids had to head home to relieve the babysitters, and Laurel and Pierre were headed home.

“Let’s get some water in you, no?” Pierre murmured, walking to the kitchen and opening the cupboard.

“Thanks,” Laurel said softly as she took the glass from him, kicking off her shoes and tucking her feet under her on the couch.

Pierre perched on the arm, absentmindedly playing with his watch. But while a tipsy Pierre was an oversharer, a tipsy Laurel was always emotional in one fashion or another. “How’d you like the party?”

“It was great,” Laurel said. “I’m not sure why Alexandre thought I’d be into a Blue Jackets scarf, but I guess it’s the thought that counts?” She pulled the offending object out of her bag, running her fingers through the fringe on the edge. “Seeing how amazing so many of those couples are, Janelle and Nick especially, it was awesome…” She trailed off. “But it was hard.”

His brow furrowed. Why would it be hard? “How so?”

“I always thought that, when I got married, it would be once and that was it.” She screwed her eyes shut. “And that’s not to mean I’m not grateful for what you’ve done, it’s so incredible and goes so far beyond just plain kindness. I just thought it would be a forever thing.”

Pierre’s heart dropped. Of course she’d feel like that. If marriage was something she wanted to take that seriously, how could she not feel like she was cheapening its meaning by treating it as nothing more than an arrangement of convenience? It wasn’t even like he felt any differently; hockey was obviously still his first priority most of the time, but he’d always seen himself as someone who wanted to settle down and have a family one day. He guessed that he just hadn’t let himself think about it. “Laurel,” he said quietly, reaching out to her. But she wasn’t done.

“It’s just,” Laurel sighed, one hand tugging on her hair, tears threatening to escape her eyes, “knowing this is all temporary. Knowing that in a couple of y-years, when I g-get my citizenship and we get d-divorced, this is all going to end,” she said, hiccuping through her words. “I won’t be able to come to your Christmas parties and fly down for games and sit up in the WAG box with my friends and that jacket and a jersey with your name on it. I won’t be able to do any of that any more because it wasn’t real, it wasn’t ever real, and that fucking kills me inside, P.” Laurel sat on the corner of the couch, a spot as precarious as the words tumbling out of her mouth.

“Why?” Pierre asked, even though if he was honest, he’d stake his career on the belief that he already knew the answer. “Why would it hurt so bad?” His voice was so quiet that if Laurel hadn’t been sitting two feet away, she wouldn’t have heard.

“Because I’m fucking in love with you,” she whispered. “And that’s the single most terrifying sentence I’ve ever said in my life.” Even though Pierre somehow knew that’s what she was going to say all along, it didn’t stop her words from stealing the breath out of his lungs. Laurel looked up at him through her tears, her eyes beginning to redden. “Say something, please, P.”

Pierre knelt in front of her, his thumb resting gently on her cheek, wiping away her tears. “God, Laur, how could I not be in love with you?” She blinked rapidly at him, trying to process the words that were coming out of his mouth. “I wasn’t lying when I said you were one of the most incredible people I’ve ever met. You’re so caring, not just for me, but for everyone in your life. You’d give a stranger the shirt off of your back. You’re probably the smartest person I know, way smarter than me.” A giggle escaped Laurel’s mouth. “The dedication you show to everything in your life is amazing. At your job, you treat every patient like they were your own sibling or your own child. You make the trip down to Columbus once a month, twice a month. That’s not easy, all the flight time and having to leave Piper and switching shifts around so we can see each other. You’re gorgeous, not just on the outside — though you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen — but the light in your eyes when you talk about a new book you read, or how happy you look when you let me taste a new recipe you’re trying, or how passionate you get when you see something wrong and know there’s something you need to do to change it. So what if we’re doing things a little backwards? First comes marriage, then comes love.” He leaned his forehead against hers. “I fell in love with you awhile ago. I think it just took me a second to realize it.”

January 26 (wed)

Laurel thought the distance and space between them would be easier now that she knew how he felt, now that they both knew how they felt. She couldn’t have been more wrong. So the All-Star break, and the Blue Jackets’ bye week, couldn’t have come at a better time. Pierre had made plans for the break a few months earlier, but after everything that happened over Christmas, it didn’t seem right to ditch Laurel for a boy’s trip with Alexandre and Seth. So Hilton Head was traded in for Saint Lucia, and his teammates were traded in for his wife. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Laurel was using three of her paid vacation days and Pierre was able to make the schedule work just right to get five nights in the Carribean. “A belated honeymoon, if you will,” he had said, cracking a grin over FaceTime as they booked the flights. The flight from Columbus was much less straightforward than hers from Montréal, but by a chance airline scheduling his first layover was in Toronto. Laurel met him at the gate, hauling her own green suitcase behind her as he flung his arms around her, kissing her with everything he had in him. They may have missed the not-so-subtle fans taking pictures that later circulated around Twitter that may or may not have led to some grade A chirping in the team’s group chat. But Pierre didn’t care. He cared that for a few days, he could forget about the stress of hockey and trying to make a playoff run and all the rumors floating around and just be with his wife. And, Pierre thought as they walked through the airport door into the Carribean sun, there really wasn’t anything else he wanted.

They hailed a taxi, the twenty minute drive to their resort rushing by in a blur of palm trees and seas so blue Laurel thought she could fall into them just by looking. Pierre jogged into the main office to check them in, coming back with their key cards before the taxi continued on its way, dropping them off in front of their villa. Laurel spun slowly as they got out of the car, smiling up at the sky as Pierre pressed a few bills into the taxi driver’s hand with a nod of thanks. “You okay there?” he asked with a grin.

“It’s so warm,” Laurel said in wonderment. Even in January, the weather in Saint Lucia hovered in the mid-70s, a far cry from the twenties and teens of a Montréal winter. Laurel was no stranger to the cold — Cloquet had seen temperatures pushing thirty below when Laurel was in high school — but the idea that she could be somewhere and wear shorts while it was snowing in her hometown was a concept so novel she hadn’t quite grasped it yet.

He nodded, looking at Laurel with a gaze so soft she thought her heart would maybe burst. “We’re in the Caribbean, L. It’s warm all the time.”

She rolled her eyes, bending over to get her suitcase, but not before Pierre snatched it up himself, holding the key card between two fingers. “Are you going to just stand there, or do you want to check out our honeymoon suite?” Laurel’s words dripped with suggestiveness, her sandal-clad feet dragging their way up the path to the villa with tantalizing languor.

“Coming.”

Even after the six months of their marriage, and even after everything that happened over the holidays, they hadn’t had sex. They’d gotten close a few times, both on her trip in December and in ones since, but never managed to go all the way. First Laurel needed a new birth control prescription — the last thing she would do would be have sex without being extra safe about it — and then she was too tired after a night out, and another time Pierre had scored a hat trick and they had partied way too hard to even think about sex. So needless to say, it had been a while for Laurel since she’d gotten release by any hands other than her own, and even longer for Pierre. And it certainly wasn’t because she didn’t want to. Laurel was well aware that her husband was hot as fuck, and she’d be lying if some of her lonelier nights weren’t filled with thoughts of exactly what she wanted him to do to her. But it felt different than any of her other relationships. Obviously, it felt different, she hadn’t been married to Oliver or Ryan or Carter. And that didn’t mean she wasn’t invested in those, but just that the stakes were so much higher and she had fallen so much harder for Pierre than she ever thought imaginable. She didn’t want to have sex with him until she was sure. Sure that it was going somewhere, sure that it would last, sure that he loved her in the same way that made her heart ache every time he dropped her off at Columbus International Airport.

---

By the time they had unpacked, eaten, and gotten a few rum punches in their system, it was well past 7 and the sun had long since set. Laurel peeked out the door onto their balcony, nodding at the private plunge pool. “We’ve got quite the setup here.”

She walked over to the dresser, grabbing a swimsuit out and crossing over to the bathroom, her hand hovering over the knob. “Just something to think about.” Pierre put his swim trunks on in record time. Laurel padded out of the bathroom, the top straps of her bikini dangling, the swell of her breasts peeking above the cups. “Do me up?” she asked.

Pierre’s fingers brushed the baby hairs at the base of her neck as he tied the straps of her white-hot bikini. “Sure you don’t want to go out to the beach?”

Their villa came with a stretch of beachfront, and it seemed like such a shame to let it go to waste. Laurel shook her head, a smile playing on the edge of her lips. “We’ve got a couple of days to enjoy the beach. I’d like to stay somewhere a little more...secluded.” She bit her lip as she opened the door to the balcony, dipping her toes in the pool and sighing at the warmth of the water. Laurel looked back at Pierre, one eyebrow raised. “You coming?” Pierre couldn’t follow fast enough.

They stayed in the water for a while, lazily kissing and staring at the stars and sipping drinks that had lost their potency hours ago, but neither of them really cared much. Sometime during the night, Laurel had made her way onto Pierre’s lap, where she reached over to the balcony, lofting herself out of the pool and wrapping a scarf around her body. “Getting a little cold,” she said, bending down and giving him a soft kisss. She walked into the room, drying herself off; he followed. Laurel threw the towel over a chair in the corner of the room, walking over towards Pierre, stopping when their noses were almost touching.

Laurel’s wrap fell from her shoulders, pooling on the wood floor. Pierre’s hand skated up her arm to rest on her cheek. He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. She stood on her tiptoes as her left hand tangled in his hair, her right pressed against the back of his neck. She whimpered into his mouth; it took everything in Pierre’s power to keep the blood from rushing south. The kiss got more frantic, tongue and teeth clashing against each other as he walked her back to the bed. The back of her knees bumped up against the edge.

Pierre pulled away slightly, letting out a moan as he saw Laurel’s face. Her lips were puffy from kissing, her chest heaving with the force of her breath, and her wild hair had long since been taken out of its ponytail. In other words, Pierre was convinced beyond a shadow of a doubt that Laurel, in that moment, was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. “You sure you want to do this?” Pierre murmured. He wanted to. God, he wanted to. But he’d never do anything without making sure that she was absolutely comfortable. Laurel nodded, biting her lip. “I need to hear you say it, babe,” Pierre said, taking a step forward, their noses almost touching.

“I want you to ruin me.”

Pierre audibly groaned, capturing her lips in his before throwing her back on the bed, his hand moving to her back to undo the tie of her bikini top as his lips trailed down her neck. He threw the top off to one side, paying exactly zero attention to where it landed, as his hands slid up her waist to cup her breasts, his thumbs ghosting over her sensitive nipples. Laurel’s breath hitched in her throat. “You like that, baby?”

“Mhm,” Laurel whimpered, unable to form a complete sentence.

He smirked, lowering his mouth to her chest, flicking his tongue over her right nipple as his hand pinched her left. The air was filled with breathless sighs from them both until Pierre’s hands left her breasts. Laurel whined in protest until she felt his fingers toying with her bikini bottoms, his head lifting just enough so that his eyes could meet hers. “This okay?”

It was all Laurel could do to choke out a single word. “Please.”

Pierre pulled them down her legs, kissing down, down to her hips, down to her inner thighs, down to everywhere except for where she needed him. “You need something, Laurel?” Pierre asked, his voice dripping with sex.

Laurel groaned, not wanting to give in but also knowing that Pierre could stay where he was for hours if it meant teasing her. “Your mouth.”

“As you wish.” And then his tongue was on her, and in her, and she couldn’t help but let out a moan. And Pierre was loving every second of it. He stayed down there for a while, long enough to finish her twice.

Laurel pushed on his shoulder, trying to get him to turn on his back so she could return the favor. Pierre shook his head as he shucked his shorts off, pulling her head down to kiss her roughly. “I’m going to cum right here if I don’t get inside you in the next two minutes, babe.” He reached over to the nightstand, grabbing a condom. “Guess I’ll have to thank Josh for these when we get back home.”

She raised one eyebrow, clearly unamused. “If you do that, I can promise you I’ll never put your dick in my mouth. Not now, not ever.”

Pierre held his hands up in surrender, the foil packet shining between two fingers. “Alright, alright. I won’t.” He paused just before bringing the wrapper up to his teeth. “You want this?”

Laurel nodded frantically as he rolled the condom down his length. He looked so hard it was painful. “So bad.” He leaned down to kiss her, propped up on one arm as he pushed into her, hair falling into his face as he closed his eyes. He was too blissed out to be able to focus on anything other than how good she felt around him, how tight and warm and how well she fit, like Laurel Elizabeth Klerken was made for him and him alone.

“More,” Laurel cried softly, and that was all it took for Pierre to grab one of her legs, throwing it around his hips as he increased his pace, head dropping to her neck as he nipped at her pulse points. It didn’t take long for Pierre to reach his high, Laurel right behind him. He pressed a sweet kiss to her forehead before getting up from the bed, going into the bathroom to tie off the condom and grab a washcloth. He cleaned up between her legs as Laurel lay there, trying to steady her breathing, absolutely spent from the night’s three orgasms. “Why didn’t we do that earlier?” Laurel murmured.

Pierre laughed, throwing the cloth in the laundry basket and tilting down to press a kiss to the crown of her head. “I don’t know. But it was worth it.”

February 20 (mon)

Laurel had learned early on in her relationship with Pierre that she couldn’t put much stock into what was said on Twitter. Or Instagram, or any social media for that matter. So much was speculation: about draft picks, about trade rumors, about Pierre-Luc Dubois’ secret wife, that it just wasn’t useful or healthy for her so spend much time looking around. She still had her accounts, but Instagram was the only one she went on with any regularity nowadays. And she rarely checked her phone during the work day anyways; unless it was an unusually slow day — which was never a good sign in the medical world — the only time she was even able to spare a glance was during her lunch break or when she’d run to the bathroom. So when her phone buzzed with a text from Pierre as she sat at the nurses’ station, her brow furrowed as she unlocked the screen.

Are you free right now? I need to call you.

Laurel bit her lip, nerves threatening to boil over. He knew her schedule, he knew she was at work. What could be so important that it couldn’t wait? Are you okay? Did something happen?

He typed a response as soon as her text showed as delivered. I’m not hurt, it’s not bad, really, I just need to tell you something and I don’t want to have to do it over text.

Laurel checked her watch. 11:18. It was early for a lunch break, but as long as she wasn’t needed, she could take her half hour any time between 11 and 1. She caught the eye of her charge nurse. “Claudette? I’m taking my lunch if that’s alright with you.” Claudette nodded, and Laurel quickly made her way to the locker room to grab her leftover pasta, texting Pierre on the way. Headed to the changing room now. Are you going to tell me what this is about?

Her phone rang a minute later, when she had just closed the door. She tapped the green button. “You’re going to have to tell me what’s going on here, P, because I’m kind of freaking out,” Laurel said, laughing nervously. “You don’t tell a girl what to expect, she starts assuming the worst.”

Pierre let out a heavy breath. She could imagine him running a hand through his hair on the other end. “I know, and I’m sorry if I worried you. I just needed to tell you before it breaks.”

“Before what breaks, Pierre?” Laurel’s anxiety was coming to a head.

“I’m coming home.”

Laurel screwed her eyes shut, even more confused than she was before. “Yeah, Pierre, I know you’re playing here next week. Why would that be news?”

“When’s the trade deadline, Laurel?”

“Last Monday in February, but I don’t see what that has…” She pulled the phone away from her ear, looking down at the screen, eyes locking on the date. “You got traded?”

She could imagine him sitting down on the edge of his couch, one hand dangling off the side, Georgia trying to jump up and goad him into giving her a pet or two. “They’re breaking it right before the noon deadline, but you deserved to know before everyone else did. You needed to know.”

Laurel leaned up against her locker, hand over her mouth. “You’re coming to Montréal?” She had seen it mentioned offhand on a few Twitter accounts she followed the handful of times she had logged on in the past week, but nobody thought it would actually happen. Even the concept of trading him seemed so far-fetched with the type of season he was having in Columbus. He was sitting near 30 goals and 40 assists, with one of the best plus-minus scores on the team. It just didn’t make sense.

“As of twenty minutes ago, I’m officially a Montréal Canadien,” Pierre answered.

“Oh God,” Laurel said, sympathy lacing her voice. She couldn’t let herself be excited, wouldn’t let herself be excited, until she knew exactly how Pierre felt about it. He had just been uprooted from the team that drafted him, where he’d played for four seasons and made friends and where everyone saw him as the future of the franchise.

Pierre let out a single laugh. “They let me know what the deal was, apparently Montréal really wanted me. First round pick next year, a second-year defenseman, some prospect from Laval.”

Laurel settled on the bench, tucking the phone under her chin. “Of course they really wanted you, P. You’re an incredible player, you’d be an asset to any team and you’re going to do great things in Montréal.” She paused. “But how are you feeling about the move? I know it’s not what you were expecting. Or what anyone was expecting, really.”

“It’s weird,” Pierre said after a moment. “Obviously yeah, I won’t lie, it’s a shock. But almost every player, even the really good ones, get traded at one point or another. Gretzky was traded to L.A.”

“Are you comparing yourself to Gretzky?” Laurel asked playfully.

“No,” Pierre chuckled. “But just trying to remind myself that it was almost inevitable. I’m allowed to be sad about it — and I am, it’s going to fucking suck leaving the boys — but I’m not as torn up as I thought I’d be if this ever happened.” He felt more than a little bad about it, but his first thought when his agent called and broke the news wasn’t sadness, it wasn’t despair at having to leave the team he had been brought up in and the men he considered his brothers. It was relief. Relief that he could be closer to his family, relief that he’d be back with Laurel, relief that he was going home. “And hey,” he said, catching Laurel’s attention. “You know what?”

Laurel rolled her eyes. “What?”

“I don’t even have to marry someone to move.”

---

Pierre’s flight got in late Tuesday night, just after Laurel’s shift at the hospital had ended. He had said he wouldn’t mind taking an Uber home so she didn’t have to rush over and stress about traffic, but Laurel didn’t care. She wanted to be at the airport to pick up her husband, even if it meant she’d still be in her scrubs doing it.

She saw him exiting the sliding doors of the international terminal before she even turned the corner, practically slamming her car into park as soon as she hit the curb. Pierre dropped his bags when her car door opened, paying no attention to the thump of the suitcases as they hit the ground or the wandering eyes of passersby. Airports hadn’t always been his favorite place. They meant leaving the people he loved, going away from what was warm and familiar and safe. They usually meant uncertainty. But that had changed, Pierre thought, as his wife jumped into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist as their lips met. Airports might just have become one of his favorite places. He pulled back from the kiss, their foreheads just barely touching. “Hi,” he said.

Laurel smiled, the kind of smile that lit up rooms and made crying babies giggle and that Pierre was pretty sure was his favorite thing he’d ever seen in the world. “Welcome home.”

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sleepywinchester · 4 years

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Behind The Story S2 - Pt 29

Summary: Another shooting season is ending, after being apart for what it seemed like years, you are meeting Jensen in Vancouver.

Author: sleepywinchester (prev. deanwinchester-af)

Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jared, Gen and Cast Cameos.

Pairings: Single!Jensen x Actress!Reader (Nina Dobrev = Faceclaim)

Words: 1.5k

Beta: N/A

Warnings: implied smut :)

Visual: n/a

Disclaimer: NO HATE TOWARDS DANNEEL!

We wuv her in this acc but this is just for science lol

Author’s Note: Hola everybody! I hope everyone is staying safe in their homes and that your families and elderly ones are safe as well. For my fellow essential workers, hang in there! I know its hard to be working through this difficult times but this shall be over soon. Hope this chapter entertains you guys :’) I am going to be honest, the last chapters of BTS is just a bunch of behind the story details and more about them and how are they living their life. Not drama, not really a plot, just experiences. I didn’t want to add a whole crazy plot as I am finishing this story. Either way, I hope you guys still like it. I wanna know all the feelings. As always; hope you guys like this one ♥

>>> side note: these are the last chapters ever i am not adding anyone to the tag list.

Title:

MASTERLIST

It has been a couple of months since the last time you were in an airplane. Before taking a break from being a full-time actress, you practically lived inside of one. Since you became a full-time stay at home mom, it was very rare for you to be inside of one of these steel birds. You found flying oddly satisfying and peaceful, which is otherwise for most people. It has been three weeks since you saw Jensen and you could not wait a single day more without being in his arms. The entire long-distance relationship was harder than usual. The wait was going to be over soon, soon as thirty more minutes you were going to see your husband and you could not be happier.

You and Jensen have been planning a “baecation” for months and the date was finally here. JJ was home in Austin with your mother and father who practically moved to your house to take care of her. It was bittersweet to leave her in the states but the trip wasn’t really toddler-friendly. Instead, you had committed to planning a second vacation, a family one, before the summer ended.

Your thoughts were up in the clouds when a ‘bop’ noise caught your attention.

Jensen: “Can’t wait to be in Africa with you.”

A smile formed on your face at the message from Jensen.

“I can’t wait to be in our hotel tub with you ;)’ You replied feeling slightly flirtatious.

“Do not start with your frisky texts when you’re hundreds of miles above the ground…. Too far from me to do anything about it.”

That message made you chuckle and caught the attention of the elderly lady next to you. Shaking your head, you leaned more against the window and continued to text your husband.

“Why not? If you think about it, I am just building the mood...”

You glanced at the three dots for a couple of seconds before receiving a reply.

“Yes, but we won’t be alone until later today…”

You bit your lower lip, “Then I’ll just have to make up for the time lost.”

“You’re something else…” He replied.

“And you love me for that,” you smiled after sending send.

You looked at the three dots transform into a new text from him.

“I do. Gotta go back to shooting. To. Be. Continued…” Jensen sent.

In that moment something came up to your mind, a marvelous and sexy idea. You haven’t done this in months, but it wasn’t surely your first time trying it. Standing up from your seat and giving the elderly lady an apologetic smile, you went into the plane’s bathroom.

You were wearing a buttoned white top, looking at your reflection in the tiny mirror your smirked. This was going to be the start of a romantic vacation. After undoing most of the buttons of your top, you adjusted your breast in a provocative way. You were wearing your hair down and to the side, adding a little bit of spice by running your fingers through your hair and making it a messy look. Grabbing your phone, you opened the camera app and snapped a couple of provocative pictures of yourself.

Opening Jensen’s conversation, you inserted the pictures and wrote. “Gosh, I reaaaaally can't wait to see you.” And after that the very provocative photo was sent to your husband.

You fixed yourself into a more presentable matter and turned your hair into a bun. Walking back you smirked as you found your seat and leaned against the window. Doing that felt like you had some sort of dirty secret. The smirk on your face grew wider when you heard your phone beep.

“You will be the death of me woman.” Jensen replied.

“I am just trying to show how much I miss you,” you replied.

After that reply you let your husband go to work and you took a power nap because you were sure there was no way you were going to have any sleep tonight.

/ / /

“Hey Cliff!” you greeted with enthusiasm as you got into the black SUV.

Cliff was picking you up at the airport since Jensen was still shooting on set. It has been a while since he drove you anywhere and you were very happy to be in his presence. He smiled and continued to put your suitcases in the trunk.

“How was the flight?” Cliff asked.

You pouted for a second then bit your lower lip as you glance outside the window. It took you a couple seconds to figure out a way to explain the previous semi-frisky event.

“It was… good,” you curved the corners of your lips.

He shot a glance through the rear mirror and smirked. “That’s good, my last flight was full of turbulence,” he said.

“I am so happy that wasn’t the case for mine,” you replied.

“How’s JJ?”

You instantly smiled, “She’s good and very happy with my overly consenting parents. I am telling you those two give her enough candy to crawl a twenty story building.”

Cliff laughed at your comment, “That’s what grandparents are for.”

You chuckled, “Agreed.”

At that moment your mother called you via Facetime. Picking the call the first face you see is your daughter’s face covered in chocolate.

“See? Told you she would be eating some candy by now,” you say as you looked at the screen. “Hey baby! How are you?”

“Good,” she replied with her small cheeks stuffed with candy. “Candy!!” She showed the chocolate bar.

“I see,” you said with a smile, “grandma giving you all the candy you want?”

JJ nodded her head and passed the phone to your mom.

“Mom,” you said, “she won’t let you guys sleep tonight.”

Your mom shrugged with no care in the world, “I don’t care - I will stay up until tomorrow for her.”

“You say that now,” you said with a smirk. “She looks too cute.”

JJ was sitting on top of your mom’s lap, bouncing with happiness as she ate her piece of candy.

“She is the cutest,” your mom kissed the top of her blonde head.

Tonight was the last night of Jensen shooting for season fourteen. It wasn’t the last season but you surely felt like the time was coming. The feeling was very bittersweet. This show was the beginning of so many good things for you and your family and it ending was a very sad thing to think about.

A smile formed on your lips when you saw that Cliff was approaching the familiar white gates.

“We’re here,” he said - greeting the guards with a head gesture.

You smiled at them, glancing at the familiar faces and trailers laying around. Cliff drove directly to the one trailer you have been dying to be since this morning. When he finally parked you quickly hopped off the SUV. He followed you and got your bags off the trunk.

At that moment Jensen was walking out of his trailer with the biggest smile on his face.

“Babe!” You shouted, running towards him.

The people around you might think that you guys were overacting a little, you two were married and there was no way you two could still be this excited to see each other. They all were wrong, you and Jensen still got excited to see each other after all these years. Yes, some days will be normal days and not like big scenes that looked like they were brought out a Hallmark movie but when you build the anticipation of seeing the person you love, most of your reunions look like a scene from a romantic movie. And it surely felt like it.

You jumped to his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck as he wrapped his around your body. Kissing Jensen’s lips felt like home.

“I’ve,” you began to talk between kisses, “missed - you - so - much.”

Jensen let out a laugh, kissing you one more time as he hold you tightly. “Missed you too, babe.”

“I guess my job is done,” Cliff stood by the SUV. “Am I driving you guys home or you driving?” He looked at Jensen.

“I actually have to stay one more night here, we got a delay and we have to do a night shoot,” Jensen looked at you. “Sorry babe.”

You shrugged, “It’s alright. I can stay with you in the trailer and we can leave for the airport from here tomorrow.”

“Are you sure, Y/N?” Cliff asked. “I can take you to the apartment - I don’t mind.”

“It’s okay, Cliff,” you said. “I’ll stay.”

He nodded, “Alright. I’ll pick you guys tomorrow for the airport.”

Jensen nodded, “Thanks, man. See ya.”

Cliff turned and got into the SUV. You looked at Jensen in the eyes, they were dark and mysterious but his smirk gave you an idea of what he was thinking.

“So…” you pulled him closer and kissed his lips. “At what time you have to shoot?”

Jensen looked at his watch, “11pm.”

“Oh - we got time,” you said walking into the trailer.

/ / /

“Jesus Christ,” you gasped for air, “that was-”

“So fucking good,” Jensen let out, also catching his breath.

You looked at his eyes, leaning forward and kissing his lips. Both enjoying the bliss of the moment. He caressed your lower back softly as you looked at his chest slowly going up and down.

“I’ve missed you so much, Jensen,” you said.

He grinned, giving you another soft kiss, “Me too, babe.”

Suddenly someone was banging at the door of Jensen’s trailer. You let out a soft groan as you turned and got off the bed, then continued into the bathroom.

Jensen stood up from the bed, sliding into some sweatpants that were near his bed. The door was still getting banged up.

“If its Jared, I’m fucking killing him,” you shouted from the bathroom.

“Not before I do,” Jensen said before opening the door.

It was Jared indeed.

“Dude?” Jensen furrowed his eyebrows.

Jared looked at him confused, “Why you’re not dressed? We need to go like ASAP.”

“What time is it?” Jensen asked oblivious.

“Freaking 10:30!” Jared shouted and walked into the trailer.

“Dude-,” Jensen began to talk but you walked out of the bathroom wearing a robe.

“Surprise!” You smiled to Jared.

Jared looked at you with wide eyes before turning to Jensen. “You guys were fucking.”

“Yes we were,” you said proudly walking to the fridge, “ and you just interrupted us.”

Jared looked at you and laughed as you grabbed water from the fridge. You and him talked briefly about the trip to Africa as Jensen quickly got a shower and got dressed. In the beginning it was supposed to be a couples retreat but Gen was too far in her pregnancy to travel.

“I’m ready,” Jensen walked out, holding your lower back. “See you in the morning?”

“Mhm,” you kissed his lips. “I’ll finish your packing.”

“Thanks,” he said before walking out.

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hecohansen31 · 5 years

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A Remedy For The Stress

A/N: Ok so guys since you all don’t seem to hate me (I really appreciate it, lovelies) I wrote this little drabble and I hope that you will like it, it isn’t anything too much, but I have a story behind all of this, and if I get likes or you know you want to know more (let me know please) or motivation I will try to add more to this!

Thank you again for tolerating me!

SUMMARY: You have been so so stressed for you friend’s wedding and Duncan can’t honestly wait to meet all those annoying people who have been feeling his little girl to feel less than perfect. But there is a slight problem: you are a bit anxious... but Duncan knows a way to solve this problem.

WORDS: 1,7

WARNINGS: Fingering and slight voyeurism, alongside a little bit of DD/LG relationship (also younger! Reader) smut under the cut.

They were getting ready, in two separated room, mostly because Duncan kept on getting distracted and getting her distracted; he started with kisses on her back cleavage then reaching her neck and sweeping aside her hair to kiss more patches of skin and when she had slapped away his hands and took a few steps away he had started with photos of her.

“For our personal album” he had mumbled, probably thinking about printing them as the old nostalgic man he was, but she had covered her face, being without make-up and clearly feeling not confident in that state.

Then she had locked herself in the bathroom, and that seemed to work, except she kept on hearing his strangled whines for attention, worst than a denied cat.

Although he was more a big golden retriever, in her mind, usually.

When she finished, she caught Duncan checking emails, with his tuxedo jacket off, but still completely gorgeous and she couldn’t stop herself from propping herself in his lap (she remembered when he had made her sit down on his lap and made her get off on her own, with no help from him, meanwhile he pretended not to be affected by it), moving her hand in his hair.

-Don’t get daddy’s hair ruffled and your pretty hands dirty, I have got gel in them- she could feel and she swiftly moved them back on his neck, staring in his dark eyes, clearly affected by the lust he felt right now, and his eyes weren’t the only revealing sign.

He swiftly kissed her hand, after he brought it near his mouth, checking out the neon pink nails (a straight-up “fuck you” to Dennis), before moving them down his hips gently caressing her over the elegant dress.

-Can’t we just stay in? – she asked, already feeling bad at the thought of how the night would work, Dennis and Anna being the sweetest to each other, and chastising every other guest for any little infraction instead of staying home, tangled in sheets and with Duncan’s kisses over her skin.

-Oh, how would I love it! – Duncan commented, but he was already up, bringing her with him and sweetly raising her, taking her by the arms gently -… but I can’t wait to meet your friends! -.

He was obviously sarcastic, but also, he gave her the prettiest smile ever and she was ready to follow him to the doors of Hell.

And as much as her friends were terrible, she was sure they weren’t as bad as hell.

She had expected the surprise on everyone’s face as soon as she entered with Duncan Shepherd on her arm, but she hadn’t expected the utter confusion that followed before swift envy covered everybody’s eyes, and she almost tightened her grip on Duncan, who smirked, patting her hand, clearly enjoying her jealousy (she had never been the type to be jealous, much more the free type, but he changed everything).

-I only love you- he replied simply in her ear, meanwhile she moved towards the little center of attention, David with Alexis’ parents, the girl missing, something that didn’t miss (Y/N)’s eyes but maybe she was just ordering around other relatives.

-Oh (Y/N)! – chanted Anna’s mother, hugging her with a sweet voice, she had always been nicer than Anna, always-happy and bubbly, which is something that Alexis didn’t inherit -It’s so beautiful to see you here, lovely-.

She then turned to Duncan, to who she extended her hand, greeting him gently.

-… it’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr Shepherd! - .

And Duncan politely accepted her hand, meanwhile they exchanged greetings and handshakes, and no Alexis showing and Dennis clearly looked bothered and as soon as Anna’ parents stopped asking how everything was going for her, meanwhile Duncan stood prettily on her side, from which she excused in order to talk with the broody groom-to-be.

-Where is Anna? -.

-Crying in the bridal tent, she has been asking for you! – he accused her, almost as if she had done something horrible, but she hadn’t gotten any calls or messages from her friend, and she had arrived ten minutes late, mostly because of Duncan’s airplane having a delay, and many other guests were actually missing.

-I had no idea, I got no calls or other things…- but Dennis just signed her to move and meet the bride, or better the “bridezilla”, who she honestly didn’t want to meet so she did only her best to move as “fast” as she could toward the bridal tent, already warned by the screams that came from there.

-… NO NO NO, I DON’T NEED MY FREAKING DRESS -.

She should have told them that she had an event for her project and avoided all this, in favor of being in Duncan’s DC apartment.

She decided to enter, as soon as the scream calmed down and immediately Anna was on her.

-I need to ask you a big favor-.

-You can’t have my kidney-.

Her friend let out an immediate hysteric laugh, immediately mimicked by the other girls with her, other maids of the bride, which she knew only from the few meetings they had had.

-I need you to be my new bride of honor- wait, what? -… my sister is staying in Tubingen, with her boyfriend, so you are the closest people I want to have with me-.

They hadn’t spoken alone in the two years she had been with David and she had never had a single drop of help from her, no matter if she asked or didn’t; she honestly wanted nothing more than turn on her heels, grab Duncan and go home and play a bit with champagne, back home.

But she did the “right” thing, nodding and immediately being dragged in a hug.

She hoped, that her dress wouldn’t be too ugly.

After the little mental breakdown they had all settled back to dinner, now (Y/N) taking Anna’ sister place, Duncan on her side, sandwiched between her and an old aunt, who kept speaking in a deep Southern accent and smiling cryptically at Duncan and not and then caressing his hand, which had prompted a deep laugh from (Y/N) and a “save me” look from Duncan.

-… so … Duncan…- mumbled Alexis, setting his look on him, she had been surprised that she had a “plus one”, and that said “plus one” was Duncan, but she was not in any way impressed -… how did you two meet? -.

Duncan was even less impressed, a bit prejudiced by all the time his girl had dropped on his lap, annoyed by something her “best friend” had done.

-She had a meeting with me, to grant fundraisers for her project, which is beautiful, darling- and he dropped down to kiss her on where neck met her jaw, clearly a bit more intimate than the usual kiss on the cheek, which now blushed bright red -… she was almost fighting with my security because they didn’t believe her-.

-Typical (Y/N) she is a hothead- mumbled Alexis, laughing halfheartedly.

-A very pretty hothead, that’s what I thought- and he grabbed her hand on the table, meanwhile under the table his hand moved on her thigh, which was a bad sign -… and then she just conquered me with all that beautiful creative talking, I don’t know if you have ever noticed it but she gets that glint in her eyes…-.

And he got that glint in his eyes, as soon as his finger made contact with her panties.

-Oh, you look quite like the couple! - commented Anna’ mother, looking at her with heart-eyes, ignoring blatantly her son-in-law.

-I am very lucky to have her by my side- he replied, instead, moving his head on her shoulder, leaning down, meanwhile his fingers started a sweet drawing on her folds in little circles, and she immediately brought her hands to his fingers, to stop him, meanwhile discreetly trying to hide her moans with a little yawn.

She was confused of this sudden spur of sexual activities, when he had actually avoided the little quickie she had proposed before going out.

And so, she asked, looking him in the eyes, and pleading for him to retreat his fingers and let her have a normal dinner.

It wasn’t the first time it had happened but… they had always been alone, with only the waiter as a witness of her reddish cheeks or in extreme some of his colleagues; she loved the thrill of being caught, although Duncan never let them, but this was much more daring, not to talk about the fact that she actually knew all those people, and all those around her knew her.

But she didn’t say her “safe-word”.

-… and I am …- she was caught in her words as soon as her clit was sweetly ticked by Duncan’s wandering fingers -… very grateful for you-.

She was amazed by the fact that she had been able to say “grateful” without stuttering, but suddenly all the attention was on them, everyone had their questions: Anna went with the most basic ones (“where did you meet?”, “how is the distance impacting your relationship?”, “how long are you together?”), meanwhile her mother just asked him about the life of DC and his job and meanwhile all this went on he kept his wandering fingers in her panties, carelessly and almost mindlessly and she was halfway through stepping on his foot.

Still the gentle stimulation had managed to relax her, although she was rather reddish in her cheeks and sweating on her seat, but she was talking with much more calmness than before, maybe a little bit too languidly, but nobody seemed to notice it.

And then Duncan mumbled the story of how she had said she liked him because he was old and she liked old things, making the entire room erupt into laughter and this pushed him to be even more old and his fingers slipped inside her, which made her moan a little too loudly and she was thankful the laughs covered it.

Nobody seemed to notice it, except Anna, who instead looked at her in the eyes, asking her silently if she was feeling ok.

Well, she was feeling decidedly better than ok…

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kz-i-co · 6 years

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10 Things I hate about you: Part VII

» Summary: Basically a sum up chapter, so sorry if it sux :(

» Pairing: Park Jimin/ Reader

» Genre: Angst/smut

» Words: 2k

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You didn't even want to go to work anymore. You called off the last two days in a row from how upset you were. You knew it was stupid and just move on but Mino became a good friend to you and you just hated to see it end so badly. He was the one pushing you away but you were a sensitive person so you couldn't stand anyone hating you.

When you finally did get the nerve to go to work again, you had to confront him.

At first you heard another girls voice so you hesitated but continued on knocking anyway. When the door opened he looked at you confused and angry once again. The girl behind him was buttoning up her blouse. Great.

"(Y/N)." She smiled. It was your old friend again. You knew she worked on the fourth floor but didn't know she was with him in that way. But some sense you felt like it was obvious.

She hugged you before leaving his office.

"You know each other....of course you do." He sat at his desk.

"I need an actual non work discussion with you and you're going to listen to me and stop being a dick for once."

He rolled his eyes. "This behavior you have towards me isn't fair....You knew I was in a relationship and you just turn around and bitch because I didn't choose you over him."

You could tell He was getting more angry but he was still listening.

"I really thought we were good friends for a moment there and you act so hostile towards me....I'm sorry for what I did but there is no reason to act like this....we are adults."

He got up from his desk and walked around. He leaned against the outside of his desk in front of you. His anger turned soft and apologetic.

"I going to need some time." He spoke.

"Time for what?" You raised your voice. "We were never together and-"

He cut you off with his lips on yours. You were so surprised you couldn't pull away, as much as you wanted to.

"Mino I forgot my-" The door opened revealing the girl you used to know.

You couldn't speak as she looked at you so crushed.

"Wow (Y/N) never would of known you turned into a slut." She said angry and slammed the door.

"Why did you do that?" You panicked.

"I just wanted one last time." He confessed. "Now go home to your boyfriend."

"Mino....please think about what I said.....I want you as my friend." You made it clear then shut the door.

.....

As the day rolled on, you never imagined it could get worse.

Yeri told everyone on her floor how much of a homewrecker you were and soon spread it to your floor. You never knew she was capable of such a horrible thing but once again never judge to quickly.

You felt a paper airplane strike your back and you grabbed it. It had 'slut' written all over it. You were stronger then this. You can't let anyone bother you no matter how hard it hurts.

You went to the bathroom and once again someone wrote '(y/n) is a slut.' This brought the tears that you have been holding in for hours.

You grabbed a napkin and erased the harsh message and quickly went to your boss's office.

"Ma'am can I please transfer." She noticed the tears in your eyes and the person in her chair turned around. It was Mino.

"What do you mean transfer?" She asked.

"I'll handle this mom." He got up and tugged you out of the office and pulled you into his old office.

"What's wrong?" He asked. "I'm sorry (y/n) Okay I didn't mean for this morning."

He didn't know what was going on. "Its not that."

"Then What?"

"Yeri saw what we did this morning and now she's spreading rumors that I'm a slut and now the whole building knows.....It was even written in the bathroom-"

"Don't panic.....I'll take care of it."

"Look (Y/N) your boyfriend is here....does he know you're a slut too." The girls laughed as a confused Jimin approached you.

"Ladies?" You saw Mino signal towards him. He gave you a hurtful smiled as he saw how upset you were. Jimin did the same immediately asking what was wrong.

"I told you that was the worst place to work, you're not going back." He argued as he drove you home.

"You're right." You shrugged.

"I'm calling your boss tomorrow and telling her that your taking a vacation for the week and then you're going in there and packing your things." You held onto Jimin's hand comfortably.

"I wanted to surprise you but now the mood's changed."

"What do you mean?" You asked.

"Your family helped me move all your things into my apartment."

You smiled. "So we officially live together?" You asked.

"Yeah." You leaned over and kissed him but quickly pulled away since he was driving.

"Lets just start over (Y/N), there's other magazine companies." He suggested.

"Okay."

And so you did. It was a year later and you were working for another company and you and Jimin were still living in his apartment together.

"(Y/N) I have an interview for you." Your boss gave you your assiment slowly. She was much older then your last boss. Probably in her 70's but she was the nicest lady you know.

You had your own closed office at this job and were already in charge of the floor. Manager was the correct term but you didn't want to brag.

"How do you say are you single in Korean again?" Your best friend from the states followed you finally, like she said she was. You got her a job as the mail coordinator. You were trying to teach her Korean but it was a slow process.

"Just write it down so I can teach you later." You laughed as you entered your office.

You noticed a tall figure turn around. Your mouth opened seeing who it was. Mino.

"What are you doing here?" You haven't seen him in a year.

"Looks like you're doing good." He pursed his lips.

"Yeah...I am." You folded your arms making your way to your desk. "Are you really here for an interview?"

"No....eventually I mean but not today."

"So what do you want?" You didn't mean to sound so rude.

"I want to know what happened....I told you I wanted to help you but you left anyway."

"I just couldn't take it there anymore....between you, them....Jimin nagging me to leave."

"You always do what he says?" He asked.

"It was my decision.....It was too stressful. And I'm doing well here." You smiled.

"I just wanted to say that I really am sorry for what happened."

"Thank you."

"(Y/N) your mail is here." Your friend walked over to your desk.

"Thanks."

"Please teach me how to say are you single in Korean." She glanced at Mino.

"He speaks English Jen." She blushed at your statement.

"I'll see you later (y/n)." Then he left.

"Hurry sit." Jimin sat you at the table.

"Another surprise?" You glance at your new kitten sleeping on the couch.

"I love you (Y/N) and I want you to be with me for the rest of my life." He got down on one knee.

He placed a ring pop on your ring finger causing you to laugh and cry at the same time.

"Its not an official engagement but more like a promise." Then he pulled a small black box out of his pocket. It was a diamond necklace. The most beautiful you have ever seen.

"Jimin." You pouted and he got up kissing you sweetly. "Am I allowed to eat this?" You referred to the candy ring on your finger.

"I suppose." He laughed. He pulled you up and lifted you to your shared bed and placed you down gently. He started kissing down your neck and his hands wandered up your shirt.

Every touch was giving you goosebumps. You started lifting your shirt up until you had to break the kiss to take it off.

He went back in fumbling your breast that you were growing impatient. "Please don't tease me."

He looked up at you and smirked.

He tugged your jeans all the way down your legs until they were discharged to the floor. The teaser grabbed your underwear sliding them down very slowly.

"Jimin please." You whined. He was driving you crazy.

He sat up to take off his shirt and immediately went to his jeans. Your face lit up watching him undress.

You bit your lip once you saw him take off his pants. Everytime you saw him exposed in front of you never failed to give you butterflies. You couldn't look away as he rolled the condom down his member. Once he glanced at you watching him he smirked at your nervousness.

"I don't think you can handle this." He rubbed his toned torso.

"Jimin just shut up and get over here." You laughed.

He nodded as he made his way under the blankets with you. He kissed your lips passionate then looked down to guide himself below. You felt chills once you felt his member brush through your folds.

Every time with him felt like the first time. He slowly pushed in causing an irritating sting.

He stayed still so you could adjust to his size. He kissed your forehead sweetly. It amazed you how he could be an ass and sweet in the matter of second.

He slowly started thrusting which caused more pain but it was tolerable. The first few thrust still had the sting feeling but a eventually it had smooth and you felt the pleasure take hold.

You couldn't actually remember the last time you were intimate together. You both had crazy work schedules so It has been difficult.

"Faster." He looked at you amused and started quickening his speed against you and that's when you finally felt relaxed. You could tell he was more relaxed as well as he started kissing down your neck. He took your hand and interlocked with his. You couldn't help but moan as he kissed along your collar bone.

"Fuck!" You moaned as Jimin continued to thrust into you roughly.

He sped up once again causing the pleasure to stir up into your stomach. You could tell he was close as well since he started moving unsteadily. He kissed your lips as you felt him release inside the condom, causing you to reach your climax as well. He still thrust against you slowly to work down from his climax.

Once the feeling subside he collapsed on the bed next to you. You felt paralyzed lying there, letting every possible emotion flood through.

He leaned up to look at you to see if you were okay from him being so rough.

You couldn't help but laugh thinking about what just happened. "You okay?" He laughed.

"Yeah." You looked at him.

He leaned in closer bringing his lips to yours. "Jimin." You started.

"Yeah?" He looked at you.

"I still think about how we first met and how much I couldn't stand you."

"Hey....You weren't so easy going yourself." He laughed. "You were uptight and bossy."

"I was bossy? You were rude and immature."

"Was not."

"Was too." You argued.

"You clearly didn't know how to have fun and take a joke." He hovered over you.

"Maybe because your jokes were stupid."

He glares at you. "Stupid?"

"Yup." You smirked.

"You're asking for punishment." He said and disappear under the blanket. You felt chills feeling his tongue glide through your folds.

You were already sensitive and this was taking the cake. "Jimin please-"

He still was an ass and will forever be an ass.

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